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sereneorangeoh my god. I saw that Con finished his homework and he was not at his desk. I walked the film room to do something and he was not back. I thought he must have been in the back with this other 13 year old boy that is here that he was playing with. His father is the manager of the acreage/ commercial part in the back. Earlier, he asked permission to go down the escalator to go with the other boy to mail something. He is usually really good about telling us if he is going somewhere we cannot see him.
It has been about an hour. I went to check on him again. He was not at either desk that he should have been at. I walked the plant. I called out his name at the door to the men's restroom, then started to panic, tearand hyperventilate. My head is killing me. I stopped in the break room to calm down and clear my head for a second so I could figure out what to do first. Plus, I didn't want to sob like a jackass at work.
When I came out a minute later, Connor was coming around the corner. He heard me call his name into the men's restroom because he was right where he was supposed to be, but under the desk so he could see his gameboy better.
He apologized for scaring me.
There is no worse feeling than not knowing where your kid is. Jesus.
Note to self. Look under the desk before completely freaking out.
It has been about an hour. I went to check on him again. He was not at either desk that he should have been at. I walked the plant. I called out his name at the door to the men's restroom, then started to panic, tearand hyperventilate. My head is killing me. I stopped in the break room to calm down and clear my head for a second so I could figure out what to do first. Plus, I didn't want to sob like a jackass at work.
When I came out a minute later, Connor was coming around the corner. He heard me call his name into the men's restroom because he was right where he was supposed to be, but under the desk so he could see his gameboy better.
He apologized for scaring me.
There is no worse feeling than not knowing where your kid is. Jesus.
Note to self. Look under the desk before completely freaking out.
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Date: 2005-08-01 09:42 pm (UTC)I guess kids are like keys. They're always in the last place you'd think about looking. Maybe you should put a bell on him or something. Heh.
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Date: 2005-08-01 10:07 pm (UTC)A bell wouldn't have sounded if he were crouched under the desk, ja?
I say she sticks to her usual grossout tactics and covers him in somethin' smelly (but distinctive :-*). That way she can just...literally sniff him out. XD!!!
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Date: 2005-08-01 10:08 pm (UTC)Awwwwwww. Con's such a great kid. XD!
He should scare you more often, for what you do to HIM. >___>.
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Date: 2005-08-02 12:41 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-08-02 12:41 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-08-02 03:23 am (UTC)They usually smell like a pack of puppies anyway.
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Date: 2005-08-02 03:23 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-08-02 12:17 pm (UTC)we have those gadgets on our key rings that you push a button if you cant find your car and the horn beeps.......somebody could get rich quick if they marketed the same thing for kids
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Date: 2005-08-02 01:04 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-08-02 02:34 pm (UTC)