2012年3月24日土曜日

child labour

My boss is opening a third school.

It's in a fabulous location, we have the whole building and enquiries are already coming in. Yeah!

The building itself had been unused for a number of years and its previous incarnation was as a newspaper office and I guess it's not just an empty stereotype that journalists of old smoked a lot- everything in the place was stained yellow from tobacco smoke and just blergh.

Never fear, we have the two week Spring break to get everything ship shape.

'We' being a veritable army of staff and family. My boss's mum flew in from the US, his wife's whole family lends a hand at everything we do and turn up day after day after day. (I'm sure lots of bosses do the 'we are a family, you are a valued member of our family here' spiel to their employees but you know, when my boss does it it really does feel like it considering I know most of their family already, anyway!)

So anyway, it being Spring holiday I of course took Meg and Amy along with me. To their credit they are always happy to tag along to work with me. Might be my winning personality but could have something to do with the amazing variety of games we have at work, the tv and snacks and people-other-than-mummy to hang out with...

My boss's nephew was there with his grandma for the day as well. Meg and he have been at the same summer camp for the last two years but only meet each other about once or twice a year. That didn't make any difference though- they wasted no time catching up and loud and raucous laughing and chatting was erupting from the room they were in. I was down the corridor painting a toilet (well the room, not the actual toilet but...) and couldn't see what they were doing and was getting increasingly concerned that they were quite probably causing someone some measure of nuisance...

I extricated myself from my taped and be-laddered toilet (the room that is- I wasn't actually in the toilet...) and crept down the hallway to check what was going on...



Despite (or perhaps because of?) the mirth, the three kids were actually doing a really good job stripping paper from the old paper window screens. This is the perfect job for them as it is fun (you get to destroy stuff and rip paper and punch holes in the window screens) and also as it is a job no adult wants to do as it is so tedious ripping of endless itty bitty strips of paper.

I should have had more faith.

And who says you can't have that much fun while working, hey?

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