I'm getting a little tired of the whole pumping ordeal. Primarily, I have grown weary of getting walked in on. Exactly what do I have to do? I go to the most deserted part of the library, I am behind not one, but two locked doors. I have started putting up a post-it asking for privacy. Nothing works!
It's also awkward to have to explain. Not to the staff, but to our multitude of student workers. Saying you'll be back in 15 minutes every few hours, naturally raises some questions. Lest they think I have a crack habit I thought it would be best to just flat out tell a few of them what's going on. They're mature, almost adults right? Wrong. You would not believe the look of disgust and confusion. I kind of wished I'd just told them I had a drug problem.
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I just laughed out loud. I might have to fess up to a crack problem myself, lest my coworkers think I've got an imaginary friend.
Aidan is sleeping, so I had to go "blogstalking"...folding laundry isn't as fun! I will say I had to laugh out loud about this post, too! Poor thing...that does not sound like fun!
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