Exactly What Goes On In A Lactation Room?

Never did I ever imagine that I would be spending over an hour a day sitting in a chair milking myself, like a cow. Yes, let's not sugar coat it ladies we are basically cows when we breastfeed. I have a hard time with the women who say it is the most beautiful thing in the world and it brings you closer to your baby. I look at them thinking, really?? Are you just saying this because it sounds good. I am doing it so my kid doesn't get sick and so I can loose the baby weight, plain and simple. You can be close to your baby by shoving a bottle in her mouth and this also allows you to get more sleep since your husband can do it too... But I digress... the lactation room.
I have gotten this question quite often from my male counterparts like it is the deep jungle of Africa that you most likely never get to go peek into. What exactly is this mysterious room like? It is a small room with one desk and three big leather chairs, that's it. At first I was a bit gun shy when I entered the room. I discretly hooked up all my parts and prior to getting down to the 'girls' I put on my Hooter Hider (for those of you who don't know it goes over your head and drapes over your chest to hide everything). I would then hook up my tubes and jam the cones against my boobs all the while trying to look casual. I would sit patiently for 20 minutes never wanting to make eye contact. I waited for my bottles to fill up while my pump makes a low whishing sound like a train sounds as it is just starting to roll. Other ladies would come in, casually whip out their 'girls', hook up their suctions, and go to town. Now I am in week 4 and by God if I am not whipping them out too sans Hooter Hider! I literally whip out my boobs at work twice a day without getting fired! I have lost all modesty... and the pumping has now become second fiddle to the nice break in the day where you see the same ladies who were first just mainly co-workers but now are fast friends. I mean it is an instant unspoken bond when you are talking like nothing could be more natural while your nipples are rapidly being sucked in and out of a plastic cone with nothing to hide them. It is actually now one of the highlights of my day to go either celebrate something good that happened the night before or bitch about work or the fact our husbands have not done excatly what we thought they should done without us telling them.
In conclusion, I think when I am done throwing my daughter the boob to eat off of I am going to keep my key to the lactation room for a little social break or cat nap... a long-term benefit of breastfeeding I had never considered before.