I’ve worked in a few different restaurants since I began college, and I could tell mountains of stories about rude customers (once a man even threw a pager at me!). This story is about one of my co-workers though.
For a bit of background, I was hired at my place of work (as a hostess) before it had officially opened. So my coworkers and I started off in training and orientation together. Of course people came and went, but a group of about eight of us girls stuck around consistently and grew somewhat close.
About a year after the restaurant opened, one of the youngest girls, we’ll call her Samantha, announced that she was pregnant. She was quite young, only 19, but she seemed genuinely excited so we were all excited for her. As the months went on, we were given updates. Normal things like the sex of the baby, the name she and her boyfriend picked out, she brought in ultrasound pictures etc… At around her fifth month of pregnancy, she finds out that her baby is suffering from some rare birth defect and her and one of our managers grow close because his son had actually died from this condition. He helps her with the how-to’s of caring for a child with this condition, all her paperwork so she could get paid maternity leave (our restaurant was fantastic to its loyal employees), and gave her the coordinator position on Friday and Saturday nights. (Two hosts stood in the box, one greeting the customers and putting them on a wait and the other ‘coordinated’ the seating. Three to four other girls would then take the customers to their seats. She said she had to have the coordinator spot because she was restricted from carrying anything or walking around.)
Fast forward another couple of months and she goes into premature labor. Around this time, my boyfriend and I go on vacation for a couple of weeks so I was only given a retelling by my other coworkers. Turns out Samantha HAD NEVER BEEN PREGNANT! We were all Facebook friends and one of the other girls found it odd that Samantha had always posted picture after picture of her nieces, but she hadn’t posted a single photo of her own son. Then the manager she had grown close to kept trying to schedule a visit, but she said the hospital was restricting access to immediate family only. She returned to work about two weeks after the birth, while her made up son was supposedly still in the hospital! Finally, one of the other girls in our original eight called the hospital to inquire about the birth and was told that no child with that name had been born there in the last month.
Obviously, Samantha was immediately fired. Looking back, it’s easy to see the signs that maybe everything wasn’t on the up and up. The name she chose just so happened to be the name of our local college’s quarterback. She gained a very minimal amount of weight, but we just put that down to her being so small to begin with. She also got a piercing during the pregnancy that we were all slightly horrified by. I’m not sure if its safe of not, but I most definitely wouldn’t have ever taken the risk.
The saddest part is that our manager genuinely just been trying to help and it obviously brought up some horrible memories of his son dying, only for it to turn out to be fake. She kind of disappeared after that. Her Facebook page said something about her breaking up with her boyfriend, who also thought she’d been pregnant this whole time, and moving to a different state. We still have no idea why she did this, or quite frankly how she came up with the ultrasound pictures! 0604-14
Münchausen syndrome but also Münchausen syndrome by proxy in regards to a fake fetus. It’s beyond sad that some people are so desperate for attention that they will fabricate drama and catastrophes to get it.