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	<title>Comments on: Babies and Job Interviews</title>
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		<title>By: karen</title>
		<link>http://solittletime.lohudblogs.com/2007/04/11/babies-and-job-interviews/comment-page-1/#comment-4388</link>
		<dc:creator>karen</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 15 Apr 2007 23:56:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Should we start calling him George Costanza? LOL.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Should we start calling him George Costanza? LOL.</p>
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		<title>By: Karen</title>
		<link>http://solittletime.lohudblogs.com/2007/04/11/babies-and-job-interviews/comment-page-1/#comment-4314</link>
		<dc:creator>Karen</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 13 Apr 2007 15:12:13 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>When my oldest son was a toddler, I had a crazy flex work schedule. When my work-partner had to go on unexpected disability for 6 months, I had to pitch in -- and had no day care options for the one extra shift I had to take. So for 6 months on Thursdays I would pick him up from pre-school at 11 a.m., drive to the city like a nut, and work a half day -- with him taking a nap on a blanket under my desk. He would literally hang out on the floor in my  little work station for four hours, snoozing, snacking and playing quietly. What a trooper! When I look back on it, I think, was I nuts? But at the time, it seemed like the only solution.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>When my oldest son was a toddler, I had a crazy flex work schedule. When my work-partner had to go on unexpected disability for 6 months, I had to pitch in&#8212;and had no day care options for the one extra shift I had to take. So for 6 months on Thursdays I would pick him up from pre-school at 11 a.m., drive to the city like a nut, and work a half day&#8212;with him taking a nap on a blanket under my desk. He would literally hang out on the floor in my  little work station for four hours, snoozing, snacking and playing quietly. What a trooper! When I look back on it, I think, was I nuts? But at the time, it seemed like the only solution.</p>
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		<title>By: karen</title>
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		<dc:creator>karen</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 12 Apr 2007 00:23:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Does having your 2.5 year old daughter on your lap while your dentist is digging around in your mouth (while your infant is asleep in his stroller on the other side of the room) count? I bet it does! Oh and the beauty of it was that every time the intern assisting (a guy and VERY CUTE) -  did something, my daughter would ask, &quot;What are you doing, honey?&quot;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Does having your 2.5 year old daughter on your lap while your dentist is digging around in your mouth (while your infant is asleep in his stroller on the other side of the room) count? I bet it does! Oh and the beauty of it was that every time the intern assisting (a guy and VERY CUTE) &#8211;  did something, my daughter would ask, &#8220;What are you doing, honey?&#8221; </p>
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