Today is bring your kid to work day at 1221 Avenue of the Americas (And I think it is other places too because I saw a lot of children walking into buildings and standing with their parents at the bagel carts this morning…one approximately 8-year-old girl was wearing black knee-high leather boots (with heels, I might add), a shoooort black lace bubble skirt barely covering up her little panties and a I couldn’t see the top because she had a suede jacket on but ten bucks says it was a midriff. She looked like she was trying out to be the next Pussycat Doll, not going to work with daddy).
I love kids and I think it will be a lot of fun to have them around for the day, but I kind of feel sorry for them. I guess I just never understood the excitement of going to work with your parent for an entire day (But I guess it was different for me because my dad owned his own business so I would go in all the time). What are they going to do all day? I walked in to the pantry and heard one father exclaiming “isn’t this cool?!” I turn to see that he is talking about the coffee machine of all things. Apparently “it slices off the bottom and shoots hot water through it and you get a cup of coffee in about 30 seconds”. As I walk to my desk I see a mom who has her son sharpening pencils. I don’t know how these kids are going to contain their excitement.
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My dad's an actuary. Take your kid to work day is tough when you're an actuary. I went shopping. (I was 14.) I feel those kids' pain.
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