<a href="http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/4233759968_73965d5f77.jpg"><img class="alignleft size-medium wp-image-4720" title="4233759968_73965d5f77" src="http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/4233759968_73965d5f77-300x225.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="225" /></a>There is a Quiet Room within the hallways of the Noble Publishing Superpower that is my employer.

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Intriguing, is it not?

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Who uses the Quiet Room, you ask?

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Moms who need to pump their breast milk.

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Sorry.  You asked.  (Sort of.)

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Who else uses the Quiet Room, you are afraid to ask?

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People who need to make private calls on their cell phones.

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(See?  You didn't need to be afraid after all.)

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Any other uses for the Quiet Room?

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Yep.  I created this reason on Day 176:  The Power Nap.

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<strong><a href="http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/03/22/day-175-baking-lasagna-in-the-dishwasher/" target="_blank">Cooking dishwasher lasagna and all of its accompanying "side dishes" on Day 175 was exhausting.</a></strong> I was dragging at work and in dire need of a 10 minute Power Nap.

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So instead of taking a coffee break, I headed to the Quiet Room instead.

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The Quiet Room has a comfy (not really) chair, a blanket, and a heart shaped pillow.  How sweet.

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I set my crackberry alarm for 15 minutes (I thought it might take me 5 to fall asleep), turned off the lights, and curled up on the floor with the blankie and pillow.  (I'm a former early childhood teacher, so I'm used to hanging out on the floor.)

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<span style="font-size: medium; color: #ff6600;"><strong>My mind soon turned to bed bugs.  I am my mother's child.</strong></span>

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I wondered who before me used this blankie and pillow.  Do these colleagues of mine reside in a bed bug infested home, and could they have possibly transferred their bed bud infestation to the sacred Quiet Room?

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I was too tired to care and kept nestling into the pillow and blankie.  I am my father's child.

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I then heard someone turning the door knob.  Great.  It was locked, but still.

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Were they going to wait outside the door while wondering what the heck I was doing in a pitch black room?  Does the breast pumping brigade keep the lights on or off?  I had no idea.

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I moved to the chair in case someone retrieved the key from HR to break into the room.

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I couldn't position myself comfortably in the not-so-comfy chair, which didn't matter anyhow because my blackberry alarm startled me into an upright position.  I turned on the lights and hoped beyond hope that no one was lurking in the hallway.

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I opened the door to emptiness.  Whew!

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<span style="font-size: medium; color: #ff6600;"><strong>Corporate America, can you make it easier on us?</strong></span>

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We have heard of the benefits of the Power Nap for 20+ years now!  You know it's going to make us more effective during the mid-afternoon slump.  What's the big deal?

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As a former early childhood teacher, may I suggest cots, blankies and pillows?  (Bed bug free, please.)

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We can shut out the building lights at 2 p.m.  <span style="font-size: medium; color: #008000;"><strong>We are a "green" company.  This is a good "green" thing as well.</strong></span>

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15 minutes is all we need to feel thoroughly re-energized and ready to make you more money.

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Milk and cookies optional.

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Pretty please?

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