||[Mar. 25th, 2008|12:38 pm]
Whole lotta labia.
|[||how ya feelin'?
So as a prank on one of the guys who was on vacation last week my team filled his cube with balloons. Which was funny. Until it came time to clean up.
They took the balloons, all 375 of them, and instead of popping them they just pitched them into the old storage room where I pump. They laughed and said "Hey Melissa, you're going to have to find somewhere else to pump I guess. Sorry." I said "And where do you suggest?" They suggested the small conference room in our area. The one that gets used about 3 times a day and which doesn't have a lock on the door.
So I tried that today. I wedged a chair against it and set my stuff up and sure enough fifteen minutes later someone tried to open the door. I said "Um.. I'm in here." They knocked. "UM, I'M IN HERE!" And they said "Oh... well let us know when you're out." cussata rightly suggests that I could put a sign on the door saying that the room is in use and I rather petulantly replied 'fuck that' because I don't think I should have to explain myself. I think I have the right to expect some fucking privacy.
So I came out, all righteously indignant and said "So when are you guys planning on popping some of those balloons?" And the prank victim said "Never! I don't think you understand, that's the room of 'never ever getting cleaned up'!" At which point I lost my shit and miraculously managed to neither claw anyone nor spit anything as I replied "I don't think YOU understand that I don't have a whole lot of choice in where I go to pump!"
At which point they all looked embarrassed and said "oh." And the pregnant mother of two whose cube they were standing outside said "Yeah, we gotta go make some room."
Yeah. You do. Fuckers. Because I could do it myself but it's not my goddamned job. This isn't a walk in the fucking park, it's a three-times-a-day-at-work-and-once-at-home thing I do for no other reason than that I love my daughter and want to give her the best nutrients I can. It's not fun and when you people do shit like this (like, for instance, when planning for the prank and you put the dismantled cubicle bits into that room too, ON TOP OF THE TABLE I USE) it makes my life really not fun.
I feel better.