Since I've returned to work and I'm breastfeeding, I have had the lovely task of pumping (or as our friend Chris Mitchell puts it "
tapping the kegs") every 3 hours or so. And because my office doesn't have a door, just a doorway I've been using a little room in the HR department... and when I say little room, I mean LITTLE room.
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| I sit in that blue chair. yes, seriously. |
Every time I go to pump I find myself wanting to sing "In my own little corner, in my own little chair.." from Roger &
Hammerstein 's Cinderella
Not only do I have to sit in that little blue chair surrounded by boxes and files, I have to sit in front of these massive cabinets that look like the kind of places people in horror movies store bodies (such as in "The Stepfather").
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| See... too bad my creepy cabinets don't come with a side of Penn Badgley. |
But the best part? I get to sit in front of a fridge that has these beautiful stickers on:
I'm just going to take a wild guess here and assume that the previous owner of this fridge was of the larger persuasion.
Oh my. I'm definitely not looking forward to that (if I go that route). A teacher at my school pumps in the janitor's closet or something random like that. Awkward turtle. :/
ReplyDeleteHA! This whole post has me laughing out loud. And I am not surprised one bit that Chris Mitchell calls it that... keepin' the party going.
ReplyDeleteI am SO sad I didn't get to see little man on Sunday. I'll try to stop on my way home for Easter weekend - I'll let you know as it gets closer.