Today is National Bring Your Daughter to Work Day. I can’t figure out if there’s a corporation that benefits from this, in the crass way that the greeting card and boxed chocolate cartels have inflated Valentine’s Day, Mother’s Day, and scores of other holidays until you find yourself in the drugstore worrying over just the right Arbor’s Day card and think, “Don’t I have something more important to do?” Personally, I’m glad such a day exists. Since Infant Harbat became Baby Harbat than Child Harbat, I’ve been wishing for the day she was old enough to come with me to work, color quietly, and see what I do for a living. So far so good, except the quiet part. Child Harbat’s voice volume level starts at the bottom at ‘Normal Loud’ then graduates to ‘Excited Loud’, followed by ‘Extra Loud’, ‘Deafening Roar’, and ‘Shuttle Liftoff’. And it appears she’s discovered the electric pencil sharpener is the crème de la crème of office appliances.
At least our office has lots of art supplies, paper, and people who understand the fun of building models and arts and crafts. Mostly it’s a delight to look over and see my daughter busy at work. Keep going, kid, you’ve got to earn that 401k.