This dog has some fucking intense dreams, man! [link]

Wow. Poor doggie probably wakes up all tired... and with a headache from running into the wall.

There are a couple more of him having dreams like that. In one he runs, jumps up, and just stands there growling until he finally wakes up.

Ugh. Someone has their kid in the office today...I wish we had a daycare or playroom or something. I can't deal with the running and the screeching. My headphones aren't even helping. It would probably be better if I were in a better mood.

I sometimes think that there should be some sort of test that qualifies people to run for office - you know, just to make sure they actually know something about the job for which they are running

Or any job at all.

Caffeine does improve athletic performance, regardless of how habituated you are, and if you drink coffee or tea frequently, the diuretic effects go down. Caffeine can be a way for ADHD people to self-medicate; I was doing it myself before I was diagnosed. In my case, the more caffeine I drink, the more clear and focused I get, right up until the point that I become jittery and useless.

The parent should be dealing with the running and the screeching. That's their job. I'm sorry they're slacking on their job at YOUR job, DJ.

Oh, I know, but I'm sure she's trying to get stuff done too. We should anyway, I mean we get tons of swag, a lot of which are toys and stuff. Plus we have gaming systems and movies. It would be the best daycare ever.

I'm sure this woman's caregiver had something come up last minute, so I sympathise. It's just hard to work like this.

There were times I had to bring my kids to work when they were much younger. But they KNEW they had to be quiet and to walk, not run.

CJ took this to extreme once when he was in a conference room watching the construction site next door. His prime viewing spot was behind a huge plant, so when a group of folks came in for a conference call they didn't see him. And he was too afraid of speaking up. Once I realized what happened, I retrieved him. Luckily it was an internal meeting and all the folks were shocked to discover he had been there at all.

It would be the best daycare ever.

Apart from the lack of dedicated trained people to take care of the kidlets, which I think would make a big difference.

When my parents took us to work, it was always heavy heavy manners. Mummy had chemicals and dead animals and expensive machinery, and my father...he just had his face and the mystery of whatever the hell the Foreign Service did. We were quieter than church meese.

It would have those too. That's what I mean when I say we should have a daycare. I'm just saying it wouldn't be skimpy on the toys and entertainment.

I had Jake into work a handful of times when he was a preschooler, and it was always pretty funny -- one of the art department guys had a huge collection of fandom-type collectibles and he loved when Jake came to play with them.

I had an office, though, so it wasn't a really big deal. I can't remember if Ben ever came with me.