When I was a wee tot, I heard mumblings about Bring Your Daughter to Work Day. And I remember thinking, “Yay! I’m going to get to see where Dad works!”
Lo and behold, I did not.
When I asked, in my very cutest Cindy-Lou-Who voice, why I couldn’t accompany him, my dad said it wasn’t safe. Then rambled on about the kind of place he worked in and how there were all these big machines and if people aren’t careful they sometimes lose fingers or get hair caught in gears.Terrifying? Maybe. But exciting? Absolutely. Just the kind of loud, noisy, fast-paced environment a kid would LOVE to see.
See, my dad was a safety supervisor of the Mobil Chemical warehouse. They made and shipped Styrofoam cups, plates, bowls, and garbage bags. Hence why my parents always had a surplus of such items (until I hit high school and scolded them repeatedly for all the Styrofoam).
Unfortunately, for a six-year-old girl, this makes no sense. I knew what Mobil was because we often gassed up our station wagon there. And while I didn’t know what a warehouse was, I knew what a GREENhouse was.
Close enough, right?
So when I was asked in school what my daddy did, I said:
“He works at a Mobil Gas Station greenhouse. And he has to wear steel-tipped boots.”
I can only imagine the look of confusion on the teacher’s face.
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