Iím back in land of cubicles. Itís huge and it has a window, so thatís something. Right?
I know: Cubes stink. But at least there is a cozy little room for me to vacuum the milk out of my boobs. Thereís an actual nursing room on my floor. How exciting is that? (Hint: It is very exciting.) Itís this lavender space complete with bad floral arrangements and Chinese curtains for privacy. I kick back in the comfy chair with my feet on the oversize ottoman and flip through one of the many outdated parenting magazine strewn about.
The room also has an alarm clock. How tempted am I to take a nice big fat nap? Very.