This year Bring Your Child to Work day was celebrated across the country on April 28. At the Shitshow it was celebrated today. Regardless of when the Shitshow decides to have their Bring Your Child to Work day, it’s always entertaining.
Today my program manager asked me to watch his kids for a “couple of minutes” while he attempted to clean up a mess created by Queen Perfume. I was more than happy to lend a helping hand; after all it was better than cleaning up the Queen’s mess myself plus I could charge my time to the program.
Truth be told, hanging out with a 5 and 8 year old was much more pleasant than trying to work or communicate with most flunkies at the Shitshow. While babysitting I asked both of the kids if when they grew up they wanted to work here just like their Dad. Much to my surprise both answered no and provided much cooler career alternatives like working at Disneyland or being a doctor. I tried to hide it, but at that moment a little tear came to my eye.
Because the most satisfying work I’ve done all year is babysitting for an hour today, I throw rocks.
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