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it's better than a janitor's closet

yesterday was my company-wide employee training day. they get all of us together in one location for one day of networking, training, interaction, etc. it's actually pretty fun, and yesterday was no exception.

it didn't occur to me, though, until i was driving there, that since we were offsite, i wouldn't be able to just pump in my office three times during the day. i needed to find a place to run away during breaks so i could pump ... preferably without drawing inordinate amounts of attention to myself. (this is somewhat difficult: being in marketing, we play a pretty visible role in the training day even though it is technically put on by the training department. let's say we play a strong second fiddle!)

i didn't want to pump in the bathroom. even though i have a battery pack i can use and don't need a plug, it just feels yukky to pump in a bathroom stall. i wouldn't want someone to prepare my lunch in a bathroom stall, so i guess i really don't want to prepare john's there either.

so ... out to my car. i brought a blanket, wrapped myself up, and sat in my car for 10-15 minutes at a time in the parking lot. it was sort of funny - periodically another employee would walk out to their car to get something and walk near my vehicle ... but between the baby sunshades on my windows and the blanket wrapped around my shoulders, i think they mostly didn't even notice i was there. and i did only do it twice, not my normal three times.

so yes. add the backseat of my car to one of the places i've pumped. the list grows longer and more amusing almost every day. john honey, that list is a testament to just how much your mama loves you. :)

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