Now that I'm back at work, I'm having to pump breast milk twice during the work day for Lola's bottles. The maintenance guys installed blinds on my giant glass-paned door and I am comfortable as long as I lock the door, prop a chair under the doorknob, and turn out the lights.
Today someone knocked. And out of habit I shouted "just a minute." But it wasn't going to be just a minute. It was going to be 19 minutes, to be exact. Apparently, sometime in the minute that they were waiting they remembered WHY I had the blinds installed on the door and they left. But I don't know who it was - and so I am forced to feel awkward and embarrassed in front of everyone. Great.