And did I mention that we host children’s parties every other Saturday?
No?
And nobody warned me that there would be one this week. Curse you, (probably just as oblivious) co-worker who traded me this Saturday! I wasn’t supposed to work today!
I’m still recouperating from hosting a party a couple of weeks ago with 14 hyperactive seven year olds. At least there were only six of them this week, but…
Oh, and bonus points because it’s a vehicle museum with lots of stuff to climb on, tall stuff and concrete floor and WHATTHEHELLDIDITELLYOUABOUTCLIMBING OHGODGETDOWNFROMTHERE!!
I know the feeling Weilla. Hang in there. I wanted to be an elementary school teacher until I acutally tried to teach one of their afterschool classes. I just didn’t have the patience, which is sad coming from someone like me who spent much of my childhood waiting in a doctor’s office.
I love kids, but kids in large numbers cancel out their positives and magnify their negatives exponentially. Each additional child increases the brattiness of nearby children by 20% (stacking multiplicitavely). Almost makes me glad I work in a casino where I don’t have to worry about that, although not quite glad enough to qualify as job satisfaction.
We’re not exactly a car museum, and we have a lot of children’s stuff like a big playroom and free entry until you hit 19, so a lot of families with kids come here on especially rainy days.
Suppose the parents feel like they don’t need to help much when the price is about $12 per kid. They’ve paid me to deal with everything. Boo.
The job is nice apart from that though I love giving guided tours because I can do it my way and they encourage making it fun instead of strictly informative.
I don;t like kids personally. But I like entertaining them to a degree. Hence why I’m currently taking the Children’s Theatre Tour again for free at college. I still would rather go the rest of my life never having to worry about a crotch dumpling of my own.