Footprints Too

In early November, Joe was busy at work.  I think he was seeing more of his office than he was of us.  So, one Saturday afternoon, we stopped in for a visit.

This was our first visit to his new office.

First, we checked out the view.

While we were checking out the view, one of the kids stepped in a giant, but empty flower pot sitting on the floor by their feet.  While the pot was empty, it wasn't clean.  Once they stepped out of the pot, they managed to leave dirty foot prints all over the WHITE carpet.  Not tan, not cream.  WHITE.  White carpet?  Who has white carpet?  People who don't invite children to their office, that's who.

It's a pretty amazing view, but I didn't take much of it in when I was nose to the ground scrubbing the carpet in a mild panic.  Thankfully most of the footprints came up.  There's only a faint remembrance of our visit in the carpet.

Then we had lunch, toured the rest of the office, tried not to wreck anything else, made lots of not-for-the office noise, and then headed back home before we damaged anything else in the office/Trisha had a heart attack from trying to keep kids from damaging the office.

Here's the main entrance.

We didn't use this one, we snuck in the back, but we took these pictures on our way out.

Do you think I should ask Joe's boss if he'd like these pictures for advertising?

Joe's office is on the 37th floor.  That explains the amazing view.

It also explains why they have banks of elevators for specific floors.  

Joe gets on the elevators for floors 28-39.  This is something I've never seen, but considering I have six small children and am a little bit rebellious in nature, I can see this is a REALLY good idea.

  Can you imagine getting on the elevator to go to work and someone has pressed every floor button?  Floor one, floor 2, floor 3....floor 39 seventy-five minutes later.  Talk about a long commute.

You also have to have a special card that only works on your elevator bank.  Pretty smart.  That way no one with six kids, who is a little bit rebellious, goes floor hopping and causes trouble.  It's like they saw us coming...dirty footprints and all.

On our way out I was gently reprimanded by the security guard.  For terrorism purposes, you're not allowed to take pictures of elevator banks in the IDS building (really?  Do I really look like a terrorist?  I think I look more terrorized, but hey, rules are rules).  

I didn't tell the security guard it could have been worse.  

We could have left dirty footprints, too.