{"id":139,"date":"2004-04-22T23:40:50","date_gmt":"2004-04-23T04:40:50","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.clank.org\/blog\/?p=139"},"modified":"2004-04-22T23:40:50","modified_gmt":"2004-04-23T04:40:50","slug":"take-your-daughters-and-sons-to-work-day","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.clank.org\/blog\/2004\/04\/22\/take-your-daughters-and-sons-to-work-day\/","title":{"rendered":"Take Your Daughters and Sons to Work Day"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Mercedes was absolutely thrilled to be able to go to work with Daddy today.<br \/>\n<!--more--><br \/>\nIt was pretty much what I expected at the start of the day; she was excited, though not overly so, just to go to work with me today. She had homework to do during the &#8220;at work&#8221; time in the morning &#8211; math homework, Mom-assigned questions for Dad, and interview questions for Dad from the folks at work. That was more than enough to keep her busy for 90 minutes.<\/p>\n<p>Next came a tour around the building I work in. She was impressed by the mechanical engineers and their virtual barbecue grill; even more impressed by the foamer used down in the shipping area; but most of all she liked the machine used to simulate lightning strikes on electronics. She had a front row, 20-inches-away seat when Mr. Goral hit the button that blew up a resistor. She commented on it several times on the way upstairs to eat lunch.<\/p>\n<p>After lunch we took a tour in the Advanced Manufacturing Center. She was interested in everything from the revolving doors to the pick and place machines, and we had the good fortune to see a line in operation. Of course, she denied enjoying it when asked, but it&#8217;s hard to mistake the big grin she had on her face.<\/p>\n<p>  <a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/homepage.mac.com\/srey0123\/other-stuff\/mercedes-game.jpg\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.clank.org\/blog\/archive\/DSC01736.jpg?resize=161%2C120\" height=\"120\" width=\"161\" align=\"left\" hspace=\"6\" vspace=\"6\" alt=\"circuit game\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a>The last major activity of the day was a circuit project. Using a block of styrofoam, an LED, a resistor, a coat hanger, and some other basic materials, we fashioned an electronic game. The player is required to navigate a small metal loop from one end to the other without making contact, else the red LED lights up. Those of you with a few years under your belt probably played Milton Bradley&#8217;s <a href=\"http:\/\/www.hasbro.com\/pl\/page.viewproduct\/product_id.9468\/dn\/default.cfm\">Operation<\/a> game; the concept is not entirely different. When we finished, Mercedes repeatedly commented about this project being her favorite part of the day. It <em>was<\/em> a lot of fun, truth be told, and she thinks the result is one of the coolest things she&#8217;s had in a long time, probably because she helped build it. I&#8217;m going to have to see if we can dig up the old electronics kits at Granpda Al&#8217;s house so she can tinker with them.<\/p>\n<p>When it was all over, Mom came and picked up Mercedes, who later wrote about the experience. Reading her story made me realize that it&#8217;s really hard to watch my baby girl grow up so fast. At the same time I&#8217;m touched by her sweetness and incredibly proud of the young lady she&#8217;s becoming. This was a day we&#8217;ll both treasure for a long time.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Mercedes was absolutely thrilled to be able to go to work with Daddy today.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[6],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-139","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-life-as-we-know-it"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p706FA-2f","jetpack-related-posts":[],"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.clank.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/139","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.clank.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.clank.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.clank.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.clank.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=139"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.clank.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/139\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.clank.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=139"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.clank.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=139"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.clank.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=139"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}