Lunch with Co-Workers
One of the most frustrating aspects of motherhood is that sometimes it's impossible to keep your cool in front of other people. It's particularly vexing when you lose control in front of co-workers.
It's no secret. I would like to become editor of the Asbury Park Press some day. But if those same co-workers with whom I had lunch today are still around 20 years from now - It'll probably take me that long to work my way up the newsroom ladder, considering my part-time status and all - I think they will offer serious doubts about my leadership abilities when I couldn't even get my own child to sit still for a meal.
(I should have known it was a bad idea to bring Hendrick when the waitress scolded me for letting him sit at the bar while we waited for our table.)
I know what you're thinking, but I had to bring him. There was no one to watch him today and it was my boss's last day. Jimmy D, as we call him, had been so understanding each time I had a family emergency or babysitting breakdown I had to be there to show my appreciation.
Professionally, however, I may have done myself a disservice. Nobody can make a 20-month-old boy sit quietly for 90 minutes without the use of sedatives.
On the job, I have tried to maintain an image of competency and self-control, of coolness and chic. And then my son decides to run up and down the aisles with my purse dangling off his arm, ignoring my every command.
There went my reputation.
Oh well. At least I have plenty of time to restore my image before I'm ready to apply for the job.
It's no secret. I would like to become editor of the Asbury Park Press some day. But if those same co-workers with whom I had lunch today are still around 20 years from now - It'll probably take me that long to work my way up the newsroom ladder, considering my part-time status and all - I think they will offer serious doubts about my leadership abilities when I couldn't even get my own child to sit still for a meal.
(I should have known it was a bad idea to bring Hendrick when the waitress scolded me for letting him sit at the bar while we waited for our table.)
I know what you're thinking, but I had to bring him. There was no one to watch him today and it was my boss's last day. Jimmy D, as we call him, had been so understanding each time I had a family emergency or babysitting breakdown I had to be there to show my appreciation.
Professionally, however, I may have done myself a disservice. Nobody can make a 20-month-old boy sit quietly for 90 minutes without the use of sedatives.
On the job, I have tried to maintain an image of competency and self-control, of coolness and chic. And then my son decides to run up and down the aisles with my purse dangling off his arm, ignoring my every command.
There went my reputation.
Oh well. At least I have plenty of time to restore my image before I'm ready to apply for the job.
1 Comments:
I doubt you would do any worse as editor than Randy Bergmann. Have you checked out his blog? Over-taxed New Jerseyans are fleeing the state in droves and Mr. Bergmann is urging the Legislature to adopt an official state song. (As if they had nothing more pressing to deal with.) Could this guy be any more out of touch with his readership?
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