Tuesday, May 29, 2007


Do you remember the genius game that required you to place crazy geometric pieces in their respective places before the timer ran out and the board hiccuped? I always had my moments with that game when sometimes I could rock the clock -- and other times I was just terrible.

This week I feel like I'm playing that game at work. One of my coworkers has brought her sweet 5 year-old son with her for the last two days. He has been running around like crazy, watching cartoons loudly (with his own verbal commentary, I assure you), and incessantly talking. I can hardly get my work done.

I like kids. Really, I do. I like to play. I like to read. I like to learn...

... which makes it harder for me to pay attention to what I'm supposed to be doing when he is next to me counting to 100 and getting caught on the 50s.

I took my Ipod to work today to see if I could drown out the kid. This was only slightly helpful. It did, indeed, drown him out, but then I couldn't concentrate on my work because I was too busy listening to music in my head. I would have changed it to softer music, but that's my cue to sleep. I might as well have done that because I didn't get a whole lot done.

I'm counting down the days until I can move into my office.

Speaking of moving, we had a heart to heart with one of the guys at the site today. We close in less than 2 weeks and there's all kinds of work left to be done on the house. We had planned on going by today to make a list of what needed to be changed before the walk-through (to make that trip more successful), and noticed that nothing has really changed in the last week and a half. We know it won't take long to fix the issues, but we also know it doesn't need to be put off until the last minute, either.

I bet they're behind because someone brought their kid to work to "help" them!


Mommavia said...

Ohhhh, that reminds me of teacher work days! For the most part, most of the kids that were brought in were very kind. But there was a counselor whose kids were, well, just say their manners left something to be desired.

Being a PE teacher I had all sorts of cool stuff in the gym. I didn't mind the teachers bringing their kids down to play as long as they were down there too and put everything away. One such workday, the other PE teacher and I were watching a movie off my laptop while we finished grades for the quarter. Teachers came with their kids, played and left. Occassionally we'd see a kid and tell them to go get their parent, no problem. Then kids T and S show up, without their Dad (Mr. D, the counselor). We tell them that they can't be down here without them, yada yada, then they run down to his office to get him. No big deal, or so we thought.

Mr. D arrives with his attitude, "My boys have my permission to be down here playing. You don't need to watch them." We let him know that it wasn't okay with us that they were down here, yada yada, and if they wanted to play here then he needed to stay. He ended up telling his boys to stay and play and stormed off (and you can guess what the D stands for now...it really does).

So we locked up all the equipment and went into our health classroom next to the gym and continued our work. A few minutes later we heard all this noise...Mr. D's boys had pulled a table over to the climbing rope and were climbing up it. We got them down, kicked them out, and locked the doors behind them. We got an earfull later, but I slept well that night knowing that I finally got my grades done and some one else's child didn't break his skull falling in my gym. Grrrrrr.

Mommavia said...

Wow, that was a blog entry in itself...sorry for the hijack.

genderist said...

Hijack away. Rants are always welcome!