A VP on my floor decided that he would bring his son into work with him today, due to it being a “slow†day.
The VP walked around, introduced his son to people on the floor, and then went back to his busy schedule. This has left a six-year old boy without any toys to play with, nothing but piles of paper, and about a 200’ by 200’ floor plan to run around and play with.
Before, I caught him carrying way too much blank paper for his size, drop it all over the floor, and then talk happily to himself while picking it up.
Now, he just ran by my cube no less than a dozen times. I’m talking full on speed running. I’m guessing that someone wanted this boy to get away from his office, and bet the kid that he couldn’t do it. I can only hope that nobody bet the kid he couldn’t do the run something outrageous like 50 times.
I miss going to work with my mom, where I lost Dusty from GI Joe, forever…
R.I.P. Dusty 1987 – 1989
That’s pretty much how people act in my office. Wait, is this kid drunk?
Colleen, that kid was high on life, and I found out that there were two kids that looked alike. So, it was probably them chasing each other around six times, rather than one running around 12 times.