Today my daughter managed to wedge her foot in her mouth and suck on her toes for the first time. Its fascinating to watch her as she lurches her way from achievement to achievement. A week ago she couldn't roll on to her stomach and now we can't be more than an arms length away from her because there's a very real danger she could roll clear across the floor in pursuit of her favourite toy or the unsuspecting cat.
In a very small way I get to relive some of my own childhood with her. I've experienced more than one pang of jealousy by her ability to lose herself in the pursuit of little things, like trying to fit a chew toy in her mouth or the unbridled joy that lights up her face when her grandparents start cooing or clucking at her.
I still haven't adjusted to being a parent yet. At times I still chafe about how its impossible to go to the movies on a whim, or how scheduling extracurricular activities now has to be coordinated around feedings or nap times. I'm still struggling with the remnants of how things 'used to be'. But its amazing how much of a pick-me-up I get when I walk in the front door and her face splits into a big toothless grin when she sees me.
Monday, May 10, 2010
Friday, October 2, 2009
Bell Fail
I have a better reason than most people to defend Bell Canada when it comes to their disinterested customer service, bumbling administrative practices, non-existent communication between departments (Phone, Internet, TV) and overall shoddy service.
Growing up, Bell helped put food on our table, so I’ve always been inclined to cut them a little slack and treat their seemingly inevitable mistakes like you would the cherished family pet that’s grown a little long in the tooth.
Shucks, so what if Spot just piddled all over the floor, remember when he was a puppy and used to sleep at the foot of your bed? Gosh, that was cute.
S has had so many problems with Bell over the years that she flat out refuses to deal with them anymore. If it was up to her we would have switched all our services over to Rogers years ago.
It’s only out of my misplaced sense of loyalty that we have stuck with Bell after their many, many screw ups.
And it’s not just S. I’ve never met anyone with something good to say about Bell. So for years I have stood up for the company, despite the horror stories from my friends and my own less than stellar experiences with the company.
I justified my actions by fooling myself into thinking that all big telecom companies must have these kinds of problems. Otherwise customers, fed up with being treated like nuisances instead of assets, would simply have defected en masse to another company, right?
Wrong.
It’s time to realize that despite all the warm fuzzy memories you might have of Spot that your house smells like piss and your carpets are ruined.
Its time to say goodbye to Bell Canada.
Now it’s important to mention that I don’t have anything bad to say about most of the individuals I’ve dealt with at Bell. For the most part they are helpful, pleasant people simply trying to do their job from within the confines of a bloated bureaucracy.
It’s not the customer service reps that are the problem, it’s the god damn customer service.
This story deals with the trials and many tribulations I had dealing with Bell Canada and their inability to move my current services to a new address.
I’m sorry, but there’s no easy way to condense 15plus phone calls into an easily understood narrative. What started out as a simple move order quickly descended into series of marathon phone calls; in which if I wasn’t correcting some error they made (with steadily eroding patience), it was listening to their eternals sales pitches and snippets of elevator music while languishing in the infernal limbo known as ‘being on hold.’
Timeline of events.
1. Call Bell a month before the move to arrange the moving our home phone, internet and televisions services.
Snag #1: We want to keep our old phone number when we move to our new address, which apparently is some bureaucratic nightmare on their end that necessitates Bell calling us back to inform us if such an outlandish request can even be processed. Said call never comes.
Snag #2: Our television and internet service is currently run off the same box, Bell ExpressVu for condos. When we move to the new house these services will need to be split off from each other. From here on in, the TV will run off a PVR receiver and the internet will run off a modem. Never again shall these two services be joined in holy matrimony. This is less of a snag and more of a bureaucratic knot that needs to be untangled.
Snag #3: We need to cancel our television service outright and sign up again from scratch. This is because Bell ExpressVu for condos clearly doesn’t service homes and therefore we need to set up a new account if we want television service. Only, I’m not authorized to cancel our television account. Despite the television being in my name for the last two years and despite the fact that my name is on the bill every month I’m not authorized to close the account. No, because my wife made the initial call two years ago only she has the power to close the account.
And my wife doesn’t talk to Bell anymore, not after five straight months of consistently overcharging us, telling us the error had been noted in the computer and that the oversight would be corrected on the next bill. At which point dealing with Bell became my exclusive responsibility.
2. S calls Bell to cancel television service.
3. I call Bell to set up installation of new television service. At this point I think I should mention that when I call Bell it’s never me dealing with one person. No, I have to be shuttled to every individual department (Phone, Internet, TV) whereupon I’m expected to tell each Customer Service Rep my story from beginning to end, from who I am, to what I want and to when I want it.
And after every conversation I get the rep to repeat back to me what it is the conversation has been about and to confirm the particulars of the move order.
4. I call Bell back to confirm that we can port our number over to the new house. The customer service confirms that this is possible. I double check the details of our move order (with all the various departments) and sit back, secure in the knowledge that nothing can possibly go wrong.
5. A week later, when scanning my credit card bill, I notice Bell has charged me twice for the PVR I ordered to go along with our new television service. When I call them up to fix the error, they have no record of me setting up the new television service. Despite giving them my name, my current address, my new address and my credit card number it takes them 45 minutes to locate my file.
Once again I double check the details of our move order (with all the various departments) and sit back, secure in the knowledge that nothing else can possibly go wrong.
6. Bell Canada cuts off our phone service two days early, on a Saturday morning. Although she has a cellphone my wife prefers to use the home line. And in fact, this is the number that most people call us on.
Since we have people who need to get in touch with us regarding details of our impending move (and only know our home number) I call Bell’s emergency repair line, where I sit on hold, for a long, long time. Finally, when I reach a human being, I explain the situation. The rep tells me that he can have the phone turned on tomorrow morning. In reality, the phone service is activated the following night, roughly 12 hours before it was due to be disconnected anyway.
No credible reason is ever given for the early disconnection.
Once again I double check the details of our move order (with all the various departments) and sit back, secure in the knowledge that this time nothing else can possibly go wrong.
7. Bell cuts off our phone, TV and internet service promptly at the scheduled time. I call from work to confirm all our move information is on file. I confirm the details. I am not re-assured. Our phone and internet service is schedule to be set up two days later. A new modem is scheduled to arrive at the same time because the internet is no longer connected to the TV.
A tv technician is schedule to come out to our house in four days and install our television service.
8. The phone is not activated when it is supposed to be. The modem does not arrive. I call Bell inquiring why and I am informed that I apparently contacted the company and asked them to cancel the phone technician. I’m aghast. First of all, I didn’t even know we needed a phone technician to come out to our house. In fact, I was specifically told that the phone could be set up remotely, by flicking some switches somewhere else. And secondly, WHY ON EARTH WOULD I CANCEL THEM?
After some long baffling conversations with the CS Rep I also find out that they have no record of our ordering internet service at all.
Since I’m having this conversation from work I’m trying, and failing, to keep an even, reasonable tone of voice.
I arrange to have the internet set up and reschedule the phone tech.
As has become my habit. I confirm that the television tech is still scheduled to come tomorrow and install our tv. Unfortunately, they have no record of the order, until they find that the work order has somehow been mysteriously filed under my cell phone number. I hang up phone and cry quietly at my desk.
9. Ten minutes after I hang up the phone a Bell TV tech calls to confirm his appointment for later today. After correcting his error I begin to suspect I was a bad person in another life and this is karma’s way of balancing the scales.
10. The next day, my wife calls me from my house to say that the Bell tv technician is there but is unable to install the satellite as a tree blocks the dish’s line of sight. This is the only a reasonable explanation for a problem that I’ve heard from Bell yet.
However, the technician refuses to hand over the PVR we purchased, and were charged twice for, and recommends we call Rogers instead. Despite my wife’s insistence the PVR was ours and we bought it outright, he will not relinquish it. Jackass succeeds in making a pregnant woman cry.
11. I call Bell. I have a two hour conversation with them about phone, internet and their shoddy treatment of customers. I cancel the television service.
12. I order television service from Rogers
13. I write this post.
Growing up, Bell helped put food on our table, so I’ve always been inclined to cut them a little slack and treat their seemingly inevitable mistakes like you would the cherished family pet that’s grown a little long in the tooth.
Shucks, so what if Spot just piddled all over the floor, remember when he was a puppy and used to sleep at the foot of your bed? Gosh, that was cute.
S has had so many problems with Bell over the years that she flat out refuses to deal with them anymore. If it was up to her we would have switched all our services over to Rogers years ago.
It’s only out of my misplaced sense of loyalty that we have stuck with Bell after their many, many screw ups.
And it’s not just S. I’ve never met anyone with something good to say about Bell. So for years I have stood up for the company, despite the horror stories from my friends and my own less than stellar experiences with the company.
I justified my actions by fooling myself into thinking that all big telecom companies must have these kinds of problems. Otherwise customers, fed up with being treated like nuisances instead of assets, would simply have defected en masse to another company, right?
Wrong.
It’s time to realize that despite all the warm fuzzy memories you might have of Spot that your house smells like piss and your carpets are ruined.
Its time to say goodbye to Bell Canada.
Now it’s important to mention that I don’t have anything bad to say about most of the individuals I’ve dealt with at Bell. For the most part they are helpful, pleasant people simply trying to do their job from within the confines of a bloated bureaucracy.
It’s not the customer service reps that are the problem, it’s the god damn customer service.
This story deals with the trials and many tribulations I had dealing with Bell Canada and their inability to move my current services to a new address.
I’m sorry, but there’s no easy way to condense 15plus phone calls into an easily understood narrative. What started out as a simple move order quickly descended into series of marathon phone calls; in which if I wasn’t correcting some error they made (with steadily eroding patience), it was listening to their eternals sales pitches and snippets of elevator music while languishing in the infernal limbo known as ‘being on hold.’
Timeline of events.
1. Call Bell a month before the move to arrange the moving our home phone, internet and televisions services.
Snag #1: We want to keep our old phone number when we move to our new address, which apparently is some bureaucratic nightmare on their end that necessitates Bell calling us back to inform us if such an outlandish request can even be processed. Said call never comes.
Snag #2: Our television and internet service is currently run off the same box, Bell ExpressVu for condos. When we move to the new house these services will need to be split off from each other. From here on in, the TV will run off a PVR receiver and the internet will run off a modem. Never again shall these two services be joined in holy matrimony. This is less of a snag and more of a bureaucratic knot that needs to be untangled.
Snag #3: We need to cancel our television service outright and sign up again from scratch. This is because Bell ExpressVu for condos clearly doesn’t service homes and therefore we need to set up a new account if we want television service. Only, I’m not authorized to cancel our television account. Despite the television being in my name for the last two years and despite the fact that my name is on the bill every month I’m not authorized to close the account. No, because my wife made the initial call two years ago only she has the power to close the account.
And my wife doesn’t talk to Bell anymore, not after five straight months of consistently overcharging us, telling us the error had been noted in the computer and that the oversight would be corrected on the next bill. At which point dealing with Bell became my exclusive responsibility.
2. S calls Bell to cancel television service.
3. I call Bell to set up installation of new television service. At this point I think I should mention that when I call Bell it’s never me dealing with one person. No, I have to be shuttled to every individual department (Phone, Internet, TV) whereupon I’m expected to tell each Customer Service Rep my story from beginning to end, from who I am, to what I want and to when I want it.
And after every conversation I get the rep to repeat back to me what it is the conversation has been about and to confirm the particulars of the move order.
4. I call Bell back to confirm that we can port our number over to the new house. The customer service confirms that this is possible. I double check the details of our move order (with all the various departments) and sit back, secure in the knowledge that nothing can possibly go wrong.
5. A week later, when scanning my credit card bill, I notice Bell has charged me twice for the PVR I ordered to go along with our new television service. When I call them up to fix the error, they have no record of me setting up the new television service. Despite giving them my name, my current address, my new address and my credit card number it takes them 45 minutes to locate my file.
Once again I double check the details of our move order (with all the various departments) and sit back, secure in the knowledge that nothing else can possibly go wrong.
6. Bell Canada cuts off our phone service two days early, on a Saturday morning. Although she has a cellphone my wife prefers to use the home line. And in fact, this is the number that most people call us on.
Since we have people who need to get in touch with us regarding details of our impending move (and only know our home number) I call Bell’s emergency repair line, where I sit on hold, for a long, long time. Finally, when I reach a human being, I explain the situation. The rep tells me that he can have the phone turned on tomorrow morning. In reality, the phone service is activated the following night, roughly 12 hours before it was due to be disconnected anyway.
No credible reason is ever given for the early disconnection.
Once again I double check the details of our move order (with all the various departments) and sit back, secure in the knowledge that this time nothing else can possibly go wrong.
7. Bell cuts off our phone, TV and internet service promptly at the scheduled time. I call from work to confirm all our move information is on file. I confirm the details. I am not re-assured. Our phone and internet service is schedule to be set up two days later. A new modem is scheduled to arrive at the same time because the internet is no longer connected to the TV.
A tv technician is schedule to come out to our house in four days and install our television service.
8. The phone is not activated when it is supposed to be. The modem does not arrive. I call Bell inquiring why and I am informed that I apparently contacted the company and asked them to cancel the phone technician. I’m aghast. First of all, I didn’t even know we needed a phone technician to come out to our house. In fact, I was specifically told that the phone could be set up remotely, by flicking some switches somewhere else. And secondly, WHY ON EARTH WOULD I CANCEL THEM?
After some long baffling conversations with the CS Rep I also find out that they have no record of our ordering internet service at all.
Since I’m having this conversation from work I’m trying, and failing, to keep an even, reasonable tone of voice.
I arrange to have the internet set up and reschedule the phone tech.
As has become my habit. I confirm that the television tech is still scheduled to come tomorrow and install our tv. Unfortunately, they have no record of the order, until they find that the work order has somehow been mysteriously filed under my cell phone number. I hang up phone and cry quietly at my desk.
9. Ten minutes after I hang up the phone a Bell TV tech calls to confirm his appointment for later today. After correcting his error I begin to suspect I was a bad person in another life and this is karma’s way of balancing the scales.
10. The next day, my wife calls me from my house to say that the Bell tv technician is there but is unable to install the satellite as a tree blocks the dish’s line of sight. This is the only a reasonable explanation for a problem that I’ve heard from Bell yet.
However, the technician refuses to hand over the PVR we purchased, and were charged twice for, and recommends we call Rogers instead. Despite my wife’s insistence the PVR was ours and we bought it outright, he will not relinquish it. Jackass succeeds in making a pregnant woman cry.
11. I call Bell. I have a two hour conversation with them about phone, internet and their shoddy treatment of customers. I cancel the television service.
12. I order television service from Rogers
13. I write this post.
Friday, September 25, 2009
Shot vs. Snatch
An interesting article sent to me by a friend about the nature of the shot vs. the snatch.
I pretty much agree with the article in its entirety on the subject.
For me one of the defining aspects of the shot, vs. the snatch, is that for shots to work effectively directors need to be conscious of not only their frame composition, but their mise en scene as well.
I think strong mise en scene (camera com\position, movement, lighting AND set dec) has given away to a strong focus on set dec and lighting effects. I remember watching some behind the scenes crap for VAN HELSING a couple years ago and watching Hugh Jackman stumble around a gigantic sound stage with half a dozen cameras following his every move. I was disappointed by that, because it showed that clearly the mise en scene was incidental to whatever the actor was doing.
Now VAN HELSING was a crap action movie and can’t really be expected to live by the mantra of the ‘shot’, but for me I thought it was an extraordinarily lazy move on the part of the director and it showed a lack of respect for the medium he was working in.
A modern director who I find is really effective at making shots look like snatches is Spielberg. But it’s all a lie. You might think he’s letting the set dec run the scene, but even his throwaway shots are all carefully composed and constructed (MINORITY REPORT, WAR OF THE WORLDS) The defining aspect what makes a snatch is not the length of time it’s on screen, but whether it serves to add something more to the story beyond just driving the narrative forward.
What I like about the shot is that, when used properly, you can capture really great performances with a single take. I love watching old comedies where two actors run a scene from beginning to end in one go. They’ve studied the HELL out of the dialogue, they know where all the comic beats are and they really take the time to refine their performances before it even gets to post.
Again, when I watch behind the scenes stuff these days it seems that most performers are lucky to spit out a single line before someone screws up and they have to do it all again. Only they never do. They never run a scene through from beginning to end. They’ve got so many cameras going that they take the scene one line at a time and as long as they’ve got each line on tape somewhere they can cut up the scene so that it makes narrative sense. This might be why I’ve gone off improv-comedies in recent years, because it’s mostly about assembling the funny from wildly unrelated material.
The shot gave us one of my most vivid movie memories ever, the slow realization that creeps over Jack Nicholson’s face at the end ONE FLEW OVER THE CUCKOO’S NEST as he begins to understand whats happening to his life inside an insane asylum.
Tarantino definitely knows the power of capturing a changing emotional resonance in a single setup. The first scene in Basterds was powerful becuase you got to watch the tension and emotion creep over the farmer’s face during his interrogation.
I pretty much agree with the article in its entirety on the subject.
For me one of the defining aspects of the shot, vs. the snatch, is that for shots to work effectively directors need to be conscious of not only their frame composition, but their mise en scene as well.
I think strong mise en scene (camera com\position, movement, lighting AND set dec) has given away to a strong focus on set dec and lighting effects. I remember watching some behind the scenes crap for VAN HELSING a couple years ago and watching Hugh Jackman stumble around a gigantic sound stage with half a dozen cameras following his every move. I was disappointed by that, because it showed that clearly the mise en scene was incidental to whatever the actor was doing.
Now VAN HELSING was a crap action movie and can’t really be expected to live by the mantra of the ‘shot’, but for me I thought it was an extraordinarily lazy move on the part of the director and it showed a lack of respect for the medium he was working in.
A modern director who I find is really effective at making shots look like snatches is Spielberg. But it’s all a lie. You might think he’s letting the set dec run the scene, but even his throwaway shots are all carefully composed and constructed (MINORITY REPORT, WAR OF THE WORLDS) The defining aspect what makes a snatch is not the length of time it’s on screen, but whether it serves to add something more to the story beyond just driving the narrative forward.
What I like about the shot is that, when used properly, you can capture really great performances with a single take. I love watching old comedies where two actors run a scene from beginning to end in one go. They’ve studied the HELL out of the dialogue, they know where all the comic beats are and they really take the time to refine their performances before it even gets to post.
Again, when I watch behind the scenes stuff these days it seems that most performers are lucky to spit out a single line before someone screws up and they have to do it all again. Only they never do. They never run a scene through from beginning to end. They’ve got so many cameras going that they take the scene one line at a time and as long as they’ve got each line on tape somewhere they can cut up the scene so that it makes narrative sense. This might be why I’ve gone off improv-comedies in recent years, because it’s mostly about assembling the funny from wildly unrelated material.
The shot gave us one of my most vivid movie memories ever, the slow realization that creeps over Jack Nicholson’s face at the end ONE FLEW OVER THE CUCKOO’S NEST as he begins to understand whats happening to his life inside an insane asylum.
Tarantino definitely knows the power of capturing a changing emotional resonance in a single setup. The first scene in Basterds was powerful becuase you got to watch the tension and emotion creep over the farmer’s face during his interrogation.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
It came from the Labour Day parade...
Snapped this photo yesterday during yesterday's Labour Day parade.
Look at little Stevie. He sure seems grumpy. Maybe it's because Canada is going to end up at the polls again this fall\winter.
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
My crazy ass TIFF 09 sched
FRIDAY SEPTEMBER 11
5:45 Perrier’s Bounty
11:59 Daybreakers
SATURDAY SEPTEMBER 12
12:00 Jennifer’s Body
3:00 The Dirty Saints
3:00 The Dirty Saints
6:00 Up In The Air
SUNDAY SEPTEMBER 13
9:30 Cleanflix
11:30 The Men Who Stare At Goats
2:30 Valhalla Rising
9:00 Whip It
MONDAY SEPTEMBER 14
9:00 A Serious Man
12:30 Survival of the Dead
3:00 The Road
9:00 Leaves of Grass
TUESDAY SEPTEMBER 15
9:15 The Jonses
3:45 Capitalism: A Love Story
6:00 Bad Lieutenant
WEDNESDAY SEPTEMBER 16
9:00 Hungry Hills
12:00 Youth in Revolt
3:30 Blessed
3:15 Bitch Slap
THURSDAY SEPTEMBER 17
9:00 Damn United
11:45 The Private Lives of Pippa Lee
3:15 Solomon Kane
5:15 Passenger Side
FRIDAY SEPTEMBER 18
11:00 Beautiful Kate
12:30 The Invention of Lying
4:15 The Boys are Back
9:00 Mr. Nobody
SATURDAY SEPTEMBER 19
10:00 Solitary Man
12:00 Hugh Hefner Doc
3:45 Hole
6:00 White Stripes Doc
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Friday, August 7, 2009
I'll never tell...
When S first broke the news to me that we were preggers I wanted to call up everyone I could think of right then and there. That I have poor impulse control will come as a shock to no one.* I’m the kind of person who wants to give Christmas\Birthday gifts as soon as I buy them. Waiting for the actual day to come around is pure agony. But, in this case, we decided to wait a week and tell our families on Mother’s Day, purchasing two Happy Grandmother’s Day cards and patting ourselves on the back about how clever and funny we were.
Our families were thrilled. And naturally they understood the need to keep things under wrap for the time being. But this task turned out to be easier said then done. I didn’t develop poor impulse control all on my own, it’s a learned behaviour. For nearly a month now my mother has been driving herself nuts because she’s got such great news and can’t tell anybody what it is. When she got a phone call from my uncle on Mother’s Day we nearly had to restrain her. And it doesn’t help that she keeps buying things ‘for the baby.’
“That’s a real nice high chair you’re buying, who’s pregnant?”
Our reasons for keeping this good news a secret are fairly typical. A woman has a greater chance of miscarriage in the first three months of a pregnancy. After about 12 weeks those odds drop dramatically. So it’s best to just wait and see how things are going before you tell people something you can’t take back. Or, as our doctor put it, ‘don’t tell anyone that you wouldn’t tell if something went wrong.’
Since Mother’s Day we’ve managed to violate our own Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell policy almost half a dozen times. S was forced to tell a couple people at work so they would know there was a legitimate reason why she couldn’t look at certain patients. And I insisted that I get to tell at least one of my friends so I’d have an outside opinion I could consult whenever some crazy idea pops into me head.
“Don’t tell S, but I really like the name Diana Prince if it’s a girl. Whaddya think?”
We’ve plugged the slow leak but I’d lay money that at least some of our friends have clued in to what’s going on. S’s crew are always on the look out for changes in behaviour. Everyone and everything is suspect. When S took a couple days off work due to her unrelenting morning sickness we started getting quizzical phone calls from her co-workers, not-so-subtly fishing for information.
Apparently we’re also predictable creatures of habit. We went out for dinner with some friends and when S had a 7up instead of her usual beer my ex-roomate piped up with “Wassa matter, you pregnant?”
For me the tricky part is remembering that not everyone knows. I’m plotting the next six months of our around our forthcoming ankle biter and it sometimes slips my mind that I have a secret I’m not supposed to be sharing. So when someone asks why we’re so determined to move before the fall I have to have a credible lie ready to tell them.
Our families were thrilled. And naturally they understood the need to keep things under wrap for the time being. But this task turned out to be easier said then done. I didn’t develop poor impulse control all on my own, it’s a learned behaviour. For nearly a month now my mother has been driving herself nuts because she’s got such great news and can’t tell anybody what it is. When she got a phone call from my uncle on Mother’s Day we nearly had to restrain her. And it doesn’t help that she keeps buying things ‘for the baby.’
“That’s a real nice high chair you’re buying, who’s pregnant?”
Our reasons for keeping this good news a secret are fairly typical. A woman has a greater chance of miscarriage in the first three months of a pregnancy. After about 12 weeks those odds drop dramatically. So it’s best to just wait and see how things are going before you tell people something you can’t take back. Or, as our doctor put it, ‘don’t tell anyone that you wouldn’t tell if something went wrong.’
Since Mother’s Day we’ve managed to violate our own Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell policy almost half a dozen times. S was forced to tell a couple people at work so they would know there was a legitimate reason why she couldn’t look at certain patients. And I insisted that I get to tell at least one of my friends so I’d have an outside opinion I could consult whenever some crazy idea pops into me head.
“Don’t tell S, but I really like the name Diana Prince if it’s a girl. Whaddya think?”
We’ve plugged the slow leak but I’d lay money that at least some of our friends have clued in to what’s going on. S’s crew are always on the look out for changes in behaviour. Everyone and everything is suspect. When S took a couple days off work due to her unrelenting morning sickness we started getting quizzical phone calls from her co-workers, not-so-subtly fishing for information.
Apparently we’re also predictable creatures of habit. We went out for dinner with some friends and when S had a 7up instead of her usual beer my ex-roomate piped up with “Wassa matter, you pregnant?”
For me the tricky part is remembering that not everyone knows. I’m plotting the next six months of our around our forthcoming ankle biter and it sometimes slips my mind that I have a secret I’m not supposed to be sharing. So when someone asks why we’re so determined to move before the fall I have to have a credible lie ready to tell them.
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