This morning Zippy and Zebu headed downtown to Zippy’s office.
It’s Take Your Child to Work Day.
Zippy is an engineer.
Zippy is currently employed by a company that filed for bankruptcy.
Zippy doesn’t have a whole lot of work going on right now.
Zippy is terribly worried Zebu will think engineering work is boring.
I’m terribly worried Zebu will think engineering work isn’t boring.
(Just kidding! Well, kinda . . .)
Still, Zebu chose to accompany his father rather than his mother to work.
Could it be because Zebu already knows
my work involves multiple trips to the kitchen to see if something tasty showed up since I last checked?
Did Zebu avoid my workplace because he knows
I’m likely to spend considerable time pacing the room, talking to myself?
Or could it be Zebu is avoiding me and my work because
yesterday as I sat writing in front of the window a turkey vulture circled my house?
( assures me the vulture was only there to carry off dead words, but it’s still worrisome.)
Either way, I was left alone to contemplate my career choice.
I’ve gotta say, no matter how tough this road to publication,
I’ve never, ever contemplated being an engineer.
And that’s okay.
Tracy Abell 
You should totally hold a funeral for those dead words. Or just skip the sentimentality and throw them at those vultures.
(No way could I be an engineer!!)
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So how did the writer lady meet the zippy engineer?
No vulture pics?
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I met Zippy when he lived on the same dorm floor as my brother at a uber-nerdy engineering school (CO School of Mines). I was 17 and Zippy was 19. There was a spark right from the start but we didn’t get together for another six years.
Alas, I had such fun watching the vulture I neglected the camera.
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HA! I have a good arm but I don’t think it’s good enough to reach that vulture. Even when he was flying low, he was beyond my reach. Maybe I’ll just shovel those words off the deck or something.
I don’t see you as an engineer, either.
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You should totally hold a funeral for those dead words. Or just skip the sentimentality and throw them at those vultures.
(No way could I be an engineer!!)
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So how did the writer lady meet the zippy engineer?
No vulture pics?
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HA! I have a good arm but I don’t think it’s good enough to reach that vulture. Even when he was flying low, he was beyond my reach. Maybe I’ll just shovel those words off the deck or something.
I don’t see you as an engineer, either.
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I met Zippy when he lived on the same dorm floor as my brother at a uber-nerdy engineering school (CO School of Mines). I was 17 and Zippy was 19. There was a spark right from the start but we didn’t get together for another six years.
Alas, I had such fun watching the vulture I neglected the camera.
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I’m relieved — because now I know why D was the only child at the bus stop this morning! I’m afraid ‘take your child to work day’ around here means…well, it means that he’d be on his own, trying to entertain himself while we frantically work in the office 😉
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That’s so disconcerting when something feels off and you’re not sure why. Where are all the children???
I think D’s like Zebu; he already has a pretty clear idea of what goes on around the “home office.”
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That’s so disconcerting when something feels off and you’re not sure why. Where are all the children???
I think D’s like Zebu; he already has a pretty clear idea of what goes on around the “home office.”
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M came to work with me today, and watched while I typed and stared and chatted with Angela and the barrista and the nice old lady at Borders who always chats us up, and then while I talked with the librarians at the library and typed and stared some more.
She says she likes coming to work with me, but it’s too bad I’m not a book editor (that’s what M wants to be when she grows up).
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I’m impressed. Really impressed. And a little bit envious.
That’s very cool she wants to be an editor. I don’t think I was aware of “editor” as career choice when I was younger.
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M came to work with me today, and watched while I typed and stared and chatted with Angela and the barrista and the nice old lady at Borders who always chats us up, and then while I talked with the librarians at the library and typed and stared some more.
She says she likes coming to work with me, but it’s too bad I’m not a book editor (that’s what M wants to be when she grows up).
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I’m impressed. Really impressed. And a little bit envious.
That’s very cool she wants to be an editor. I don’t think I was aware of “editor” as career choice when I was younger.
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