Or to paraphrase Jerry Seinfeld, and I can’t believe that nobody has done this yet. It’s to prevent this situations from occuring.
“Alright 5 o’clock, time to get drunk, hit the bars and find some hookers! Wait…Oh right! I have a wife and kids! I gotta get home”
I have pictures of friends and family at my desk, as well as my stepdaughters.
I put them there because it makes me smile. It’s the reason anything is at my desk. I’ve got pictures, I’ve got tiny stuffed animals that loved ones have bought me, I’ve got art that the 6-year-olds have made me. No, I don’t have a huge desk, it’s very carefully arranged, haha.
But it brightens my day if I just finished telling someone that they can’t write their own obituary for free and they cried for thirty minutes, making me want to cry, to look over and see my husband smirking or my “niece” smiling all cute-like and holding a flower. It brightens my day a whole lot.
~Tasha
I have to remember what they look like somehow.
I find it hard to understand why you have to ask the question. Because our jobs aren’t what our lives are for, only what we have to do to make possible the important stuff. The important stuff is what’s in the pictures.
I have pictures of my family to encourage me, to remind me to not do stupid things that could endanger my job, to keep me motivated.
That’s one of the more disturbing things I’ve read on the 'Dope.
You’re whooshing us, right?
Riddle me this one: I was in the office of a realtor who had a tiny photo triptych of what appeared to be his fam on his desk, but prominently displayed was a 8.5x11, full color picture of what looked to be his senior year book picture, ca. 1975. The white guy 'fro he had was amazing. I just couldn’t get over why he had it there so prominently.
I think she means she told someone whose relative recently died that her newspaper charges for anything other than the basic obit, so if a tribute is wanted the survivor will have to pay by the word.
Almost all of what said above was correct and self-evident. However, I had a slightly different reason for finally putting up pictures of my 4 year old and 8 month old. Most of my coworkers are in their early 30’s and almost all of them have young kids (all girls like me by some freak coincidence; 12 at last count). We don’t overly socialize but I work pretty far away from home and the chances aren’t that good that many of my coworkers will ever see my kids yet we end up talking about each other’s a lot. I just wanted to give them a chance to see what I was talking about if they chose to and most of them do the same.
My office was already decorated when I took over, with fancy pictures of flowers and stuff on the walls. They looked nice, but that left no room for family pictures, so I burned a bunch to a CD and set them up as a slide show screen saver on my computer. We’re a family oriented place so that works well for me.
As so WHY I want pictures of my family at work, it’s because I enjoy the memories behind the pictures and seeing them periodically throughout the day keeps me smiling. Whenever I leave my desk I often return to find my co-workers sitting in front of my monitor watching the slide show and asking about the different stories behind the pictures. They’re a good conversation starter that have helped us get to know one another better.
Because I like looking at them.
Regards,
Shodan
I’m in a LDR. Pictures of my SO are almost all I’ve got.
No, I’m not. My newspaper has two different types of obituaries: the news obituaries (death notices) and the memorial obituaries. News obituaries are news stories. They serve to alert the community to the passing of the deceased and when their services are/where they will be buried or inurned. As they are news stories, I have to write them, using information provided by the family. There are very strict guidelines involving news obits and they are very impersonal. Memorial obits are essentially discounted ad space, and the family can put whatever the hell they want in. MOST newspapers don’t offer death notices anymore; they’ve gone to all-pay. We offer the news obits as a community service, but you cannot get something for nothing, so to speak. If they want to say that he passed on and is resting in heaven with God, they have to pay for it.
It makes my job a living hell.
~Tasha
I work out of my company car 80% of the time. A handmade bead wristband made by my (then) 5yr old daughter sits in the armrest tray (she’s now 7). Every time I get even slightly blue I grab it and remind myself of my little source of unconditional love.
Given all the crap I’m going through every little bit helps…
I don’t get it either. I love my wife and kids passionately, but have zero desire to have, much less display, framed photos of them.
I do put one up on my desk----because my wife makes me.
-FrL-
I don’t get it either. I love my wife and kids passionately, but have zero desire to have, much less display, framed photos of them.
I don’t need a “reminder” that they exist. I don’t get that concept.
That said, I do put a photo on my desk----because my wife makes me. :smack: 
-FrL-
And just what is the point of having a hot wife if you can’t show her off?!
That and also to have something to bring you back to that “happy place” your family gives you when you’re having a bad day at work.
It can be both. Right?
When I worked full time in an office last year, I kept pictures of my nieces because, like tashabot, it makes me smile. Now that I am back in school and further away from everyone, I have found those pictures to be even more helpful when I am killing myself during finals. To me it is a form of therapy that helps me relax for a bit.
So I don’t get it.
Why a picture to remind you of them? Why not just think about them?
-FrL-
Some time ago in the Alex cartoon, Megabank were going through a redundancy phase. People were scared for their jobs so out came the photos of family. One woman was cannier: she left a pregnancy testing kit on her desk.
Yup, that. I have pictures of my daughter through the years on a shelf at my desk, mostly little snapshots in collage frames, but also a couple of 5x7s, one from fourth grade (best school picture ever!) and one recent.
Actual conversation I had at work the other day:
“Are those all you?”
" :dubious: No, it’s my daughter."
“Seriously? I thought those were you! How old is your daughter?”
“Sixteen.”
“Holy crap! I never would have thought you were old enough to have a sixteen year old daughter!”
"So you just thought I’m a raging narcissist? :rolleyes: "
When I looked again, I realized he must also think I’m an atom-splitting superhero or something as well, because there are a couple of pictures of both of us together. Wonder Twin Powers Activate!!! Shape of… The Gilmore Girls!!!