Tuesday, November 06, 2007

Swimming to Radio Shack

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.

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  1. Anonymous7:29 AM

    Isn't independence a sign of a well-adjusted child? Way to go Papa! There's always the toddler leash if he strays too far.

    And I'm very happy to hear you're enjoying your job. I'm sure you'd lie to us if you weren't, but it's still nice to hear.

  2. Ye of little faith. I wouldn't lie, but I also wouldn't mention it if I didn't have anything nice to say. That makes is hard to tell the difference between not writing about work because that's not what this blog is about and not writing about it because I don't have good things to say, but that means that when I do say something positive, I mean it.

  3. In that case, I expect a personal email with all the new job details!

    Yes, 3B is able to wander off like that because he feels totally secure in the world. Because you and Mama B are great parents and have helped him feel secure. Not that it makes the wandering any less annoying/alarming.

  4. What I was told about 16 years ago is that they will wander about as far as they can in the back yard without turning around. The one who grew up with a fenced yard did about that, but 120 feet is a long way at the park when I am waiting for my child to turn around. If I waited, she did turn around.

    The one who grew up without a back fence has no such sense. He will take off around several blocks on his bike without a thought for telling me where he is going. He feels safe everywhere. Of course at the old place, that distance was visible from the house, and I owned most of it.

    It looks like 3B likes swim lessons so much, he will dive into anything. It is good he trusts you to fish him out.

  5. ditto chrisy's comment about independence being a sign of a well adjusted child.

  6. OK, I get it--the wandering is a good thing. Since you all know so much about babies and stuff, anyone know where I can find a Baby LoJack?