You know what I love about the people I work with?

The fact that they’re engineers.

Now, I gripe about engineers a lot (A LOT), but in reality, they’re so incredibly predictable and good-hearted that I don’t know that I could work in any other industry.  And you can hate me, but it’s true: it’s like working with four-year old children. 

They FREAK OUT if our supplier sends the wrong kind of pens.  And if the printer jams, some of them run in circles crying while others will pull out a McGuyver-type kit of chewing gum and paper-clips and will begin surgery. (The difference is the computer engineer versus the electrical engineer.) And they never, EVER wear clothes that match.

But that’s kinda what endears them to me.

What brought all of this up was the supposed “birthday” yesterday.  Although it turned out to not be anyone’s birthday, there were treats in the office.  And they all turned five.  They laughed, they smiled, they talked.. it honestly reminds me of the church choir I used to teach on the day that we would do holiday parties. 

When I was younger, I seriously wanted to work with young children.  I considered teaching, and then I worked at EarlyWorks for a spell.  But I think I got the best of both worlds: the hearts and souls of children lurk around here, and they’re all potty-trained.

(For the most part.)