Today was “Take Your Kid To Work Day” at my workplace, Splat Int’l. So Anxiety got up at 5:30 (just like Mommy) and drove to work with me. I took her to the Seattle’s Best where I get my coffee (okay, actually my “quad-shot white chocolate peppermint soy mocha”) every morning, showed her the general vicinity with a rather pretty park in the block next to my building, and then I trudged upstairs to work.

The kids’ activities were a pizza lunch, face painting, trivia games, goodie packs (with candy, a frisbee, a light-up yo-yo & a bubble pen - all orange with the company logo *blech*), a tour of the building, & a pinata. They finished an hour before my shift was over, so Anxiety hung out with Molly, who was on modified duties after getting a really horrendous second-degree burn on her inner forearm yesterday (ouch & a half!). Molly is on the same floor as me now - yay! (Of course, our work shifts only overlap by 30 minutes, and there have been mandates handed down about not “distracting” co-workers - aka “talking to people who are at their desk working” - unless you’re both on break. Since we’re not allowed to be at our desks while on breaks, this was basically a warning to watch our P’s & Q’s.)

And then each parent was emailed a picture of their little darling having fun up in the conference room. Some of my coworkers mentioned on the elevator that they’d seen my “son” around the building (since Anxiety & I both currently have purple hair, it was a good assumption that it’s my kid), and I had almost too much fun telling them she’s actually my daughter. Well, she has a gender-neutral name, and I guess she didn’t look girly today. *snicker*

Wow, that picture almost makes her look like she has giant plastic orange wings. Kinda creepy. (But then, our logo is kinda creepy anyway…it always looked to me like a plump orange guy fell from a very high place. Le splat.)