@John Brunner In another thread, JB said, "I've often wondered how many kids share notes after that day and wonder why all of their fathers sit on their butts in front of a computer all day." Man that was so true at my place where we sat looking important shuffling papers. The poor kiddos would be interested for one hr. especially meeting mom's/dad's coworkers of whom they heard so much. Then boredom set in. Some would photocopy their rear ends. Others would just wander the premises with nothing really to hold their interest. By the time eight hrs. have elapsed, the kids all had that 1,000 yard stare.
All office work is the same. No kid wants to hear about daddy's Excel "mackrel" skills. It's days like those Johnny's glad his father's a plumber.
My dad was a farmer; I got to ride along on the tractor all I wanted. Got to drive an old farm truck (3 on the floor) when I was about 11 and could reach the pedals.
Yup, see that Johnny? The reason that stuff is brown and too large to go through the pipes is because someone in the house isn’t getting enough fiber. Do you want a little for show and tell day?
My dad managed G.C. Murphy stores. I'd hang around after hours and play with the toys, hit the candy counter, go to the snack bar and make sodas & floats (with the old time syrup/seltzer water dispensers), play with the old time manual elevator, etc.
I was in IT for 28 years and my daughters loved to go to work with me on "Take Your Daughter to Work Day." They loved the IBM Mainframe computer room (raised floor and all) back in the early '90s. All those old keypunch machines, card readers and printers as big as panel trucks.
I wish they had that when I was a kid. My father worked in a tire manufacturing plant. He applied the treads to the large tires, the kind they use on road-building equipment. I'd like to have seen how it was done. Still would.