Maybe... but this might actually work, kids would love it.
Originally Posted by prplchknz
I will pretend i did not read the last part. yeah with little kids i'm more likely to get mad at the parents for shit like that then the actual kid. like oh you brought your kid to work (my mom use to bring me into her office when i was kid all the time especially when I was sick or school wasn't in session, she just sat me on her pc and opened up kid pix or some game and i played games while she was in a meeting. But I wasn't loud, or when i got older sit in a conference room and do school work. but of course we didn't have itunes if i did have music it be through a walkman and you have to have head phones to listen to that. if I ever brought a game boy i'm sure my mom would've told me to turn the sound off.
but then again i never got in trouble for being loud i'd get in trouble for "not using my words" ie i would whine wordlessly and point when i was a toddler.
Nah, I'm not mad at the kid. I have kids, I feel it's reasonable to expect certain environments to not be family friendly, and for parents to be able to teach their children how to behave in public spaces within reasonable expectations. You know, there's a such thing as societal responsibility. I feel the same for pet owners, maybe even more so strangely enough, because people don't have pets on accident and the world doesn't watch out for them. I barely talk to my friend anymore because she insists on owning two dogs, one large incredibly active pit-mix, and another ignored pug, in the city because she feels like she needs the company, but she is unable to take care of them and constantly pawns them off on people because she goes out of country whenever she has any money. It's heartbreaking for me to spend time with those guys, see them happy, see the Pit get enough exercise, see him learning to finally not pull on the leash, see the Pug not pissing all over the place out of spite and then go back and then see them suffer again. Rant.. rant.. rant..
My boss is a hypocritical rat bastard! He barely shows up to work, but if I am 2 min late he says he is going to write me up. This is especially annoying because when he is goofing off somewhere other than the office all those times he does not come in, guess who is supposed to answer his phone and cover for him? Me! I really wish he would either get his crap together, or quit so that I could actually do MY job instead of spending most of my time covering for his.
"ENFJ- The Diplomat Champion (will take on crusades and WILL kill every last mfr in the room!)" ~Xander
Enneagram: You are a Type 2 with a 3 wing: "The Helper Advocate"
Was charmed by the magic spell, the enchantments took me to a fairy tale that had no happily ever after
Though once the trance took over, the magician did a disappearing act like Houdini
Going off into the distance never to be heard again ....
“Thoughts are the shadows of our feelings -- always darker, emptier and simpler.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche
I'm just so sensitive. I've always been such a crier. Everything around me is subjected to my own private analysis, and that analysis is skewed by my overly intense emotions and need to feel accepted. I want to make peace with my feelings. I want to reconcile the part of me that craves the spotlight, and the part that relishes solitude. I'm just so split in two all the time. Never constant. Always volatile. Inspiration has been far from me recently, and I need that inspiration to survive. I feed off inspiration. I feed off my own values. And all this--this being self-absorbed--is a huge problem that I have to battle every day.
I don't mean to pry, but why would you even make the eyes?