Britton has been asking to see my office again, since, according to her, she can't remember what it looks like. Honestly, it's a cube farm and not all that impressive to see, but I didn't tell her that! I figured it would be no problem to bring them to work last Friday morning, since the office is ghost town on Fridays. I was right - my department had two people there! And little did I realize that "Take Our Daughters and Sons to Work Day" was the day before, so I'm totally claiming this visit was in celebration of that day. Even if I didn't know until today!
Britton got a kick out of seeing all her artwork all over my file cabinets. My company has a "non-personalized space" policy, where you're supposed to have cleared off desks without any memorabilia. The idea is that everyone is a mobile worker and could plug a laptop into any desk and go to work. And while that mentality may work in the Hague, it doesn't fly in 'Murica. I like my photos, I like my kid artwork, I like my various knick knacks, and that's just how it's going to be. European stream-lining be damned - I need my space to be personalized.
I think the kids most enjoyed running through the cubes. I could have let them go for hours and they'd have thought it was the best time ever. It reminded me of when Jessica and I would go to our dad's work, and run through the rows and rows of the warehouse (he distributed marine and boat stuff). Each bin of items had a colored round sticker, no doubt denoting certain important information. Jessica and I gleefully pulled those stickers off the bins, covered ourselves in stickers, and had a blast!
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