A little privacy please...

I was emailed last Thursday saying that upon the day of my arrival back to work (today), I would need to be in on a conference call at 11:30 a.m. Okay, no problem...it would take my mind off my sweet baby daughter!!! Well it didn't, all I could think about was her. This is how the information I as hearing was perceived in my brain...

Person speaking on the other end of the phone: the shipping information which we need to include (how cute my daughter is in this picture) needs to have the full account (I sure wish I were home with her right now) blah blah blah blah blah (hmmmm I wonder how hubbie is doing with her) blah blah blah blah blah (I wonder how many times she's eaten) blah blah blah blah blah (I've held off so long calling to check in, I think I'm entitled to a call now but dang I'm on this stinking conference call) blah blah blah blah blah (hmmm...I really need to pump) blah blah blah blah blah (wow, I really really need to pump)...this went on for about an hour. You've been spared allll my minds wanderings throughout that hour and 15 minute phone call.

I was finally able to go and pump. So I met the guy from maintenance who had to let me in the storage room (we'll be working out the logistics as we go along so I don't have to have him let me in...it's already in the works). I got set up in the far end of the room which resembles the size of a walk in closet and then searched for an outlet which happened to be on the other side of the room ... NEAR THE DOOR!!! **sigh** So I set up shop over near the outlet. I get all set up, sit down, hook up the udders and turn on the pump and not 2 minutes later I hear the jingling of keys in the door knob!!!! DANG IT!!!! The first thing that spilled out of my mouth was "OH MY GOD...don't come in!!!" To which the door hesitates the opening motion and I hear an unsure..."Oh, sorry!" and the door slowly closes. (I knew there was a reason I made sure when I set my chair up that the back was facing the door.)

Now all sorts of things went through my head and I won't elaborate too much, but I will say I hate to think what that girl thought I was doing in the storage closet! Eeeeesh! So embarrassing! I made sure I told the girl who has the desk right outside the closet what it was I was actually doing and if anyone enters that closet today to tell them I was sorry and what my story was. Oh well. I live and learn. In just a few minutes I will be going with the maintenance guy to check out another room I can use that needs me to have my company ID to have the capabilities to enter the room by swiping my card. Perhaps this will work out better. And I've already begun to think of what my sign will say that I will post on the door when I am occupying the room. Be sure to come back tomorrow as I feel a top ten list coming on. Perhaps something like the "Top ten list of rejected signs!"

For now I forge ahead and the boss told me I could leave early ... without me even asking ... how cool is that!