As I stepped off the elevator this morning I noticed a more or less pre-teenish girl walking by and realized she must be someone’s daughter spending the day at mom/dad’s workplace. He mom, manager of the support center, was right behind admonishing her about her CD player, “in a real job you wouldn’t be able to listen to that thing.” I thought about the Discman I carried in my own bag but decided to withhold possible comments:
Kid, you want to be a database admin like me when you grow up. The job can’t be done properly without good tunes.
You can’t have that CD player in the workplace, use the one in your PC.
You can’t listen to CDs here. Download a copy of RealJukebox™ and convert the tracks to MP3.
Has anyone else managed to corrupt a cow-orker’s daughter today?
Corrupt? No. But I did give my co-worker’s grandson an important lesson: Grown-ups can have cool toys in their office, too.
You know you’re on to something when you’re introduced as “This is Brooke. She has the BEST toys in her office.” Suddenly Swimmy’s office is DayCare 101. (that’s a lie, I’ve just showed a couple kids how to play with the tin wind-ups I have in here…)
“I go on guilt trips a couple of time a year. Mom books them for me.” A custom made Wally .sig!
My iguana's sick.
He's all floppy. Could he have
Reptile dysfunction?
-Chef Troy, Haiku Master
You know, at a previous job I had, I was looked down on, because I kept action figures and other toys at my desk. But, when my coworkers brought their kids in for one reason or another, I was suddenly very popular. :rolleyes:
Do not meddle in the affairs of dragons, for you are crunchy and taste good dipped in chocolate.
Kee-rist, the whole office is crawling with the little larva today and everyone is squealing, “oooo, aren’t they CUTE?” I think the time has come to see if I am still indeed allergic to alcohol. I mean, I don’t go to your kids’ classrooms and EDIT at them . . .
I should give them a lecture: “This is what your life will be, girls: A blank cubicle, piles of work you don’t give a good goddam about, and various asses to kiss of people who don’t know 1/10 of what you do. You won’t be able to quit because you need the insurance, so you will labor on and on till you gratefully settle into the peace and calm of the grave.”
Yeah, the joint is crawling with the Hello Kitty crowd.
Little do the parents realize, seeing what the modern workplace has to offer will only going to push their daughters away from college and into life as a groupie for “Limp Bizkit”…
My boss brought her 11 year old in. I pretty much talked to her all day. It got me out of what I should have been doing today. And the girl was pretty cool, too.
“I am so smart, I am so smart, s-m-r-t, i mean s-m-a-r-t”
Whatever. But I maintain that “Take Your Offsping to Work Day” should occur in the summertime, so the kids aren’t yanked out of school.
I actually saved up one of my rare manuscripts where the characters aren’t bludgeoning each other to death or copulating like crazed minks, thinking that Little Pianola could help me work on it. It would’ve been a kick for her to see the novel when it’s published next spring, and tell people “I helped with this!”
But Mrs. Ukulele didn’t want her to skip a school day…(and had somehow concluded that SHE would be the one keeping track o her all day).
How many person-hours of productive work were lost during “take your daughter to work day”? Did we lose a valuable account because our firm failed to meet a deadline because some parent was showing his daughter the coffee room?
You have it wrong, the three main elements of a good office are: fear, suprise, ruthless efficiency and almost fanatical devotion to the Pope. That’s four I mean.
Doctordec: Where I work, they’ve been doing a “Take Your Children To Work Day,” instead of just the daughters. I do like the idea of a “Teach Your Son To Do Laundry Day,” though.
Cristi, Slayer of Peeps
I made my husband join a bridge club. He jumps next Tuesday.
My sons do their own laundry every week. I also do most of the laundry that’s left and have been doing my own since I was 12. And, yes, I DO know how to fold a towel the right way. How about a “Take your daughter home and teach her to do an oil change” day ?