Today is Take Your Kids to Work day. It used to be called "Take Your Daughters to Work," so little girls could experience first-hand the fantastic and rewarding alternatives to becoming something--anything--other than a stay-at-home mom. They had to be kidding, right?
Seriously, why would anyone in their right mind choose to toil away in a cubicle shuffling papers they could not give two shits about, taking orders from a self-important blowhard of a boss when they could be calling the shots all day in their own house and in their pajamas until they're goddamn good and ready to get dressed? I was home with my kids when they were little and I'm telling you, it was the tits.
Being the smart gal that I am, I had two kids less than 13 months apart (!) so they had each other to play with all day, especially while I watched Guiding Light (RIP). Christopher and Courtney were so cute--they'd be nice and quiet and would wait for the commercials if they wanted my attention (because they knew I would totally ignore them anyway). Guiding Light was the oasis in my day--everything would stop at 3:00 so I could visit with my friends in Springfield. Aah, the good old days.
Yep, this was before VCRs were invented--can you imagine? And there was no 24/7 children's programming, even on cable, so the only chance to pop the kids in front of the TV was during Sesame Street, and if you missed it, you were S.O.L. That's right people, I was a stay-at-home mom back when there was no such thing as the video babysitter. And it was still better than going to work!
Right now I have it made work-wise. I toil away in our home office in my pajamas, get dressed whenever I'm goddamn good and ready, and report to someone 2,500 miles away. Funny--I still think of one particular self-important blowhard of a boss I had years ago. What a pompous bastard he was! I'm still friends with one of the girls I worked with back then and we often wonder about him. He'd be close to 90 now, if he's still alive. We have no idea, but we like to imagine him drooling in a nursing home sitting in his own piss and shit. Isn't that terrible? Man, talk about holding a grudge!
I did work for some very nice people over the years, too, but when I think of some of the bosses I had in the early days, I realize there were a couple with serious mental issues. I can't believe how I let them push me around, but I was only a kid so what did I know? One of the greatest things about getting older is you no longer take crap from people; I imagine how the 53-year-old Linda would handle them. Very differently, I can tell you that.
How about you? Were you able to stay home with your kids? Did you enjoy it?
Do you have some not-so-fond memories of bosses from your youth? How do you imagine them these days?
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