Some of you have asked to hear about my new job, and so here’s the lowdown . . .
OK, are you kidding?
There are a few rules that I stick to–don’t wear white after Labor Day, don’t shit where you eat, and don’t blog about work. It’s not that I’m afraid that I’ll get dooced, because I don’t have anything bad to say, especially about my boss; although, if I did, it wouldn’t take long to get dooced, since my boss’ wife is a regular reader. It’s just that I’m not here to write about work. So, I’m afraid that you’ll have to wait until we get together next, Anthromama and others, to hear about the new job.
I will say that I’m loving my new job. It’s one of those jobs where I want to ask, “Do I really get to do this?” a few times a day. As I’ve mentioned, it has been tiring me out, but I think that’s in large part because I have to concentrate all day, even for small tasks, like finding pens and PostIts for my desk, paper for the printer, and coworkers for meetings. As time goes by, I’m sure that this will pass, and I’ll have more energy for chasing down 3B.
That will come in handy, since 3B never got the memo about kids staying within a certain radius of their parents. Last weekend, he happily toddled all the way across Babies R Us, both arms raised above his head, through clothing racks, past strangers, across aisles, and through sections, babbling to himself the whole way, but never once looking back to see how far away I was or if I was following him. He’s done the same across open space around our building and in parks and in busy malls, like our local mall of disrepute, where we take him to play in the soft play area.
Of course, the soft play area is not nearly as interesting as riding on the escalators or climbing into the fountain…
…so if you want the lowdown on my job, come to the mall, sit by the fountain, and you’ll see what my job is all about soon enough.