So the morning session of our event today (Bring Your Child to Work Day) went off without a hitch. I never realize how long I’ve worked here or how many people I really know until I do one of these program level events and see everyone again. Everyone asks about the new marriage (NEW?), the new baby (NEW?), and how I like my new job (NEW?). Hm.
This is an event I take very seriously because I remember going to work with my daddy, back when it was Take Your Daughter to Work Day, to encourage women to join the workforce. (Ha. If they only knew.) Daddy took us several years, and every time, people would say, “Oh, your daughters are so beautiful.. they must take after your wife.” And every year, I’d ponder: how do they know mom? When did they meet her?
It was only a year or two ago that the lightbulb clicked and I realized, oh hai, moron. They were kidding about your daddy’s mug.
Anyway, I remember coming in and being overwhelmed by the fluorescent lights, the gray cubicles, and how secretaries (as they were called then) always had potted plants. (I never ever ever had a potted plant when I was an admin.) Now, the day is a whole new ballgame, with us giving tours inside of our classified facilities and showing them the mechanics of what we do. They’re also making silly putty, fake blood, and their own “badges”. In short, SO MUCH COOLER THAN IT WAS WHEN I WENT.
When I went to the interview on Monday, one of the participants mentioned that she didn’t care for today’s event. She said it didn’t really do any good, to have the kids in here. They’re just trying to miss a day of school. So I told her what I told you: I am a product of that day.
In other news: I got the job.
