When I was young, for a brief period of time, my mom tried "punishing" me by sending me to my room. This never had the desired effect as I would gladly go to my room to A) read or B) nap. Reading and napping are still high on my list of favorite things to do. My mom had to switch tactics.
I have this supervisor who gets miffed with me for reasons I can never predict...and when she is miffed, she ignores me. It's glorious. Well, except for the stomping up and down the hall outside my office. That part sucks. But otherwise - I'm in heaven today. The only way my day could improve is if I could take a nap right here in my office.
George Costanza demonstrated why napping in the office is never a good idea...even if the desk has a built in nap area...
Posted by: PJ | November 20, 2007 at 05:38 PM
You know what's really impressive is that you could achieve the glorious solitude of being sent to your room at a time when your personal space was unlikely to be filled with a television, your own phone line, a computer, text messaging capabilities, etc.
Too funny. I don't think I was ever sent to my room - what could my parents have said "No more reading lengthy adult tomes several grade levels ahead of what you should be, Mister!"
If they really wanted to punish me, they would have had to force me to socialize with large groups of my peers.
Actually, I think the most realistic punishment was withholding Night Time Soaps: "No staying up an extra hour tonight to watch Dynasty for you, Mister!"
No Alexis; no Crystal; No Falcon Crest!
Posted by: Slade | Shift Your Spirits | November 21, 2007 at 03:26 PM