Years ago we used get all excited about Bring Your Daughters to Work Day. The idea was to expose girls to career land. The day eventually evolved into Bring your Kids to Work day. My employer for one made a huge deal of the day as did many big companies. At some point along the way however it died, probably because the more companies planned for the day, the less productive the day was. And so, quietly and with no fanfare the day kinda went away.
Well as far I can tell.
The late 90′s, 2000′s were a heady time to be raising kids. Things were all about “experiences”. T-Ball for example, who can forget the story of my trip the diamond with the oldest kid. He was about 5 at the time. In my mind the things I needed to go to a T-Ball game were a child, a book and a comfy lawn chair. I looked forward to an hour of some volunteers keeping the little fellow occupied whilst I crashed on the sideline. When I got to my first T-Ball game and had successfully parked my fat ass, imagine my surprise when the coach, a fellow my age with a neato hat and big smile came over to tell me that “we” would be playing left fields.
“We?” I asked.
“You and your son, the parents”.. and I think he used the word “get” but I can’t be certain, “to be at their positions together.”
You know sometimes there are triggers that make the sarcasm in my head go into such overdrive that I have just keep my mouth completely sealed to avoid saying something I would regret.
Apparently we were going to run bases with the kids as well.
In that context “we” didn’t really make any sense and I may have said something about that. Mrs S went to the rest of the games BTW.
Take your kid to work day was sort of the same thing. Bring your kid to work and let see what work is like so they can grow up with desire and aspirations of greatness. Personally I can’t imagine why any kid would want to come hang out in a tiny cube or go to meetings all day, which for a 10 year old, is how they would decribe what I do. Much rather go to work with the fireman Dad, or the Neurosurgeon Dad. Office worker Dad.. but on the other hand it was a good chance to tell them the importance of working hard in school and if they’re lucky maybe avoiding cubefarms.
Fact is my kids, to this day, don’t know what I do. My wife doesn’t know either, she’s content to know I get paid for it, and that’s as far as she wants to know. I don’t talk about work at home either. Keep the two worlds apart I like tosay.
My oldest has resigned himself to having an understanding that whatever it is that I do, is it seems to involve Excel, PowerPoint and looking at data. He knows this because I spend a lot of Sundays in my home office doing exactly that. Matter of fact kid learned that the hard way because I had belittle him for mocking me when it came to Excel. He had it in his mind that Excel was one of those technical tools that had been invented in the last few years and that his generation were masters of it because they new how to use the “sum” button. When he was offering me advice on a spreadsheet, trying to bond or damned thing, I got sarcastic and as said “sure” and told him to find the problem in my Index-Match function that using an array to conditionally add and average values in a columns based on conditions in cells.. well lets just say I won that day.
He’ll win at life, no question but that day…
Now I read with great interest that instead of Take Your Kid To Work Day, the new trend is “Take Your Parents to Work Day”.
WTF is that? Reading the article apparently there are a lot of parents who don’t know what their kids do, and I’m just guessing here, there’s a kids who can’t explain it. Even more befuddling, there’s parents that care about the fact that they don’t know what their kids do.
Once again, like Skinny Jeans- I don’t get it.
First of all I don’t know what my kids are majoring in, except that one has engineer in the name and the other has microbiology. I also know that both have very decent job prospects in their chosen fields. So we got that going for us. Past that, get a job and get off my payroll.
Other than, not a clue. Are there really parents who would go to work with their kids to meet the kids boss and learn about what they do at work? Seriously? Like Parent Teacher Confrences only professional conferences? Am I going to talk in hushed tones with some middle manager about what my kids needs to work on developmentally? And for that matter what I can do to help them out?
Seriously? Can’t even fathom it. Can’t decide if the problem is that we have a lot of insecure kids who are from the generation where they can never do anything wrong find out that in some ways, professional life sucks. Or even worse, they have to learn to cope with the idea that they just might not be special. And that requires parental intervention.
Or is it that we have a bunch of helicoptering parents who simply cannot let go? Shit I would be embarrassed to go to something like that. My kid shouldn’t want me to go to something like that. My kids teachers would tell them not bring their Dad to something like that. (Mrs S banned me from all interaction with kids teachers after my second conference when I pointed out a few inconsistencies in their assessments of my kids attention span, and that I would NOT be sitting in the tiny chair nor did I appreciated being referred to in the plural. Please say “Mr Sankary I would like you to shut the hell up” not “Mr Sankary ‘we’ need to shut the hell up” and stop touching shit.
This millennial generation confuses me every time I time a turn around. I see no good things happening when the kids I work with start bring their parents, who are my age, to work to meet the office gang and learn what their kids are doing. Unless, by chance, some parent gets hit on my some older office worker and the sparks in workplace fly as now we need policies about dating employees parents…. Now that would be interesting.
For like 10 minutes. And then it’s back to the office where my post card of Charleston Heston from the movie Ben-Hur, the shot where he’s a galley slave on a Roman Boat.. emblazoned with the office motivational message
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