Apr 22, 2004 13:54
sorry if this doesn't make a whole lot of sense, but this place sounds like a fucking day care...
So today sure is "bring your snot nosed curtain climbing rug rat fuck trophy to work" day. I believe it originally started as "bring your daughter to work day" to expose young women to the real world and see what their parents do day after day. Great shit, give 'em a day out of school so they can see the sugar coated version of the bullshit we all have to deal with day-in and day-out.
However, today is *not* a day to bring your 2 year olds to run, scream, and be a general nuissance in a conservative place of business. Newsflash: your two year old doesn't have a fucking clue what's going on. They're just annoying the rest of us. We're not getting anything done because we're fighting off the urge to beat them to a bloody fucking pulp. You're not getting anything done because you're constantly telling them to be quiet, stop running, stop climbing, don't touch that, don't put that in your mouth, get back here... If you are actually getting something done, it's because you're not paying attention to your shit ass kid, who is bugging the living piss out of me.