So, I generally feel quite lucky to have my own office where I can close and lock my door and break out my boobs and pump to my little heart's content while I continue to get work done.

Like I said, I close and lock my door, and for good measure I put a spare desk chair up against it just in case anyone gets any ideas.

However, I seem to have forgotten that the janitorial staff (who come in and vacuum offices after hours) ALSO have a key to my office, and can't exactly be blamed for assuming my office is empty at 9 PM.

So here I am, pumping away, when the lock starts to turn, and my door starts to open (despite the fact that it's banging into the chair and I'm yelling "No! Please close the door!" while trying to climb under my desk). And today would be the ONE DAY (like, the first ever, and probably now the last) when I chose to NOT wear one of my nursing bras (because they make my boobs look saggy) and instead wore a normal bra that- while more flattering- requires me to basically complete disrobe up top, so it's not like I had a shirt on that I could just pull down and cover myself.

So yeah. I just totally pulled a "researcher gone wild" on some poor guy.

Dedicated lactation rooms are sounding better and better...