Thursday, April 28, 2005

Where Was MY Kid?

Today was bring your child to work day. I didn't know until I got to work though. Our company didn't send out an email about it so I guess that was their way of not encouraging us bringing in all our bebe's kids. When we realized a couple of my co-workers went and got their kids. They stayed for probably two hours. It was fun for them. They mainly drew on the white board and papers that one little girl brought in. Two of them even drew some pictures for me (and others, but most importantly me). One little girl drew a picture of me and Sidney. Her brother drew a picture of 'my' house. That reminded me of something not-so-nice that I did a while back...

I couldn't have been more than five or six years old on this particular occasion when my mom took me to work with her. She was a secretary for a provincial government in Canada. She had her own desk as did most others, but there also a few high-walled cubes. After she took me around to some of her co-wokers she put me in a cube near her and let me be for a while. Me, being the genius that I am thought it would be fun if I wrote 'anonymous' notes to her co-workers. Like, who wouldn't recognize the writing of a six year old. Anwho. I wrote four notes. Two contained compliments. The other two did not. Before my mother got me for lunch I went around and put the notes on the appropriate desks. One compliment was for my mother and the other for one of her friends. The other two notes were meant for two co-workers who I did not find particularly attractive. Well, you know what happened, don't you? Take a wild guess. If you said the notes got mixed up, you are correct and you win a blender! Needless to say, my mother wasn't happy and neither was her friend. On a good note, the other two ladies loved me and thought I was the sweetest.

What a bad kid I was!

1 comment:

Don Tate II said...

Oh, I forgot about that "take your daughter to work holiday" Being unPC-like, it soon changed to "bring your child to work day." But whatever its called now, I'm glad I wasn't at work that day. Problem is, at least at my job, people bring in their kids everyday. And theres nothing more distracting in a busy newsroom than someones screaming kid.