Shadowing with restrictions could work
I remember years back when Take Your Daughter to Work Day was observed. I think it was in April, so maybe that’s why it was on my mind recently.
It has since evolved, I believe, into taking your child to work, but at the time, it was a girly-girl thing and me being all goey-goey about girly-girly stuff, because I had a little girl myself, I really liked the idea of it and made a point of participating.
The intent was exposure to career opportunities out there for women, but for me, it was just a be-together kind of outing/experience. There — I confess.
Plus I was all for my kids having a “St. Buddy’s Day” off from school now and again, as my mother-in-law had coined the phrase and practice — a day off when you needed a day off for no good reason. Period. Just because. Enjoy.
Take Your Daughter to Work Day and St. Buddy’s Day were both very cool concepts in my book, so I decided to take my little chickadee Sarah with me so she could see what mommy does for a living.
She was not very impressed, although the copier machine held some brief fascination.
My daughter is getting closer to 30, mind you, but at the time she was just a little squirt, and I was working not only here at the newspaper writing this column and a lot of assorted human interest and general assignment stories, I also was a part-time church secretary.
We went both places for exposure to both work environments, and what produced the most glee and gladness had nothing to do with what mommy did to earn a paycheck, but it had everything to do with food.
We stopped for breakfast and had a doughnut and some juice.
We stopped for a Happy Meal lunch at the Golden Arches.
And in the newsroom, change offered by Sarah’s honorary grandmother and former community editor Marian Houser enabled her to visit what is every child’s delight — a vending machine freshly stocked with candy.
I could see my little daughter’s face and eyes brighten at the thought that it’s soooo much fun to go to work every day.
It’s just one big fun-fest that includes a glut of change for goodies galore from a machine.
Sometimes I suspect Better Half thinks it’s all fun and games around here, too, especially on those occasions when he calls to have a dinner consult with me, for example, and he hears laughter in the background.
“Sounds like you’re having a party there,” he’ll comment.
“Yes, sweetums, we were just about to cut the cake and open more presents,” I assure him during such assessments.
I think there can be value in family visiting or shadowing you in the workplace, so they gain a little insight on what that environment is like and what a job entails.
Maybe there should be a Bring Your Better Half to Work Day — with some guidelines attached, of course.
Bring change for the vending machine and buy lunch at the Golden Arches. And don’t forget the doughnuts.
(Kiaski, a resident of Richmond, is a staff columnist and community editor for the Herald-Star and The Weirton Daily Times. She can be contacted at firstname.lastname@example.org.)