September 21, 2013
My kids love coming up to my office in the afternoons. The problem is, they don't seem to understand the concept that people are actually working there. Which means they can't scream when I tell them I don't have any treats for them or any money to go to the cafeteria to buy something. Or when their sibling won't let them have the chair they want, in the exact spot they want it, and with a certain smelly marker.
It gets ugly real fast.
Thank heavens for gracious coworkers who ignore my whispered threats to "use an inside voice" and "if you can't be quiet, we'll have to leave" or "don't touch that!"
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