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4 comments:
At least it's age-appropriate. It's when my colleagues whine and cry at the office that I get bristled.
A certain adjunct at the University where I'm a grad student uses our grad/faculty lounge as a playroom for her son (about 5 or 6). I mean, you go in there and legos are sprawled everywhere. And she uses the work study student to watch him (hopefully with extra pay, but I'm not sure). I do absolutely blame the university for not having childcare available, and I also understand that using her office would be no better (since she shares with other adjuncts -- another problem with the university), but having your shared space turned into romper room is frustrating.
I get Orange Ina's feminist stance. That said I'm with you Poppy and the artist behind this collage. Some places are simply not appropriate for babies (or little kids) and their guardians shouldn't impose the issue on others. A job environment where people are trying to concentrate on serious work is one of them. I could name a few others, but I'll try to stay focused.
I HAVE a baby, and I get annoyed when I have to listen to her scream, too.
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