Meeting the offices

We went off to visit our various jobs yesterday, to say hello to our coworkers and let them coo over Laurel a bit.

To itemize:

  • SF Examiner (Baby’s First Editorial Meeting): News productivity rapidly reduced by the need for reporting & editorial staff to come examine Laurel. Much cooing and passing-around of the baby. Laurel slept through the entire affair. Amusingly, it took about two minutes for all the men to drift back to their desks; the women stuck around for ten minutes or so.
  • Google: Site of an actual baby evidently a rare event at Google SF, judging from the number of surprised looks over various shoulders. Sat around chatting w/ coworkers for a bit, mostly about non-baby stuff.
    • Baby’s First Evacuation: was about to take her off for a diaper change when the fire alarm went off. Entire staff evacuates the building amidst much grumbling — this was evidently the third false alarm in a week, from a system only six months past its last lengthy bout of regular false alarms (one of the App Engine guys built a little “time since last false alarm” app with lots of animated flames just to make the point — after a while it was getting updated before the evacuation rather than after).
    • Baby’s First Improvisational Diaper Change: Cleared to reenter building, Laurel was thus spared being changed under Cupid’s Arrow. Instead, changed her on the men’s room counter in the narrow space between two sinks. After a few minutes of this, Laurel had squirmed around such that she was flailing one arm continually in front of the sensor on one of the soap dispensers, thus accumulating an impressive puddle of soap for which I could think of no real use, and also ensuring that her left arm & hand would smell distinctly of generic lotion soap for the rest of the day.
    • Baby’s First Nursing Room Visit: Talked a lactating coworker into unlocking the Mom’s Room so Beth could nurse Laurel. Since I usually handle the followup bottle of supplementary formula, hung out there myself too. Observations included respectable appointment of said room, need for massage chair in addition to ordinary comfy padded one, probability of Laurel being the first actual baby ever nursed there, and a strong desire to push the “call for help” button on the wall to see what sort of help would arrive.

Also added the K Ingleside to Laurel’s public transit scoreboard.

– Devin