I’ve seen my CEO maybe three times since I’ve been back from maternity leave. The first time, I was exiting the room where I pump, breast milk in hand, and he walked by with pretty much the entire executive committee. He said “welcome back,” and I smiled sheepishly and scurried off to my cube to hide.
The second time I was headed to lunch. Not bad at all. Nice conversation. Breast milk incident officially replaced with normal colleague interaction.
Today, I was in the kitchenette cleaning off my breast shields and pump what-not and guess who walks in? Yup. And we then proceed to have a five minute conversation about some meeting later in the week, all while I rinse off various bottles and membranes.
Seriously? This is ridicules.
I guess it’s better than being a guy on the same floor as him and running into him on my way to the bathroom on a daily basis. I think.
