關於 working mother definition ，我們在網路上蒐集到這些相關的討論、資訊與評價

Mafia คือซีรีส์เกมที่ได้รับคำวิจารณ์ที่หลากหลายจากแฟนเกม (ยกเว้นภาคแรกที่ทุกคนชื่นชอบ)
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แต่อย่างไรก็ตามเกมดังกล่าวนั้นประสบความสำเร็จอย่างต่อเนื่อง และสร้างรายได้มหาศาลให้กับ 2K และบริษัทแม่อย่าง Take-Two Interactive โดยพวกเขาเผยว่าตอนนี้ Mafia III ขายได้แล้วกว่า 7 ล้านชุดทั่วโลก
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Karl Slatoff ประธานของ Take-Two เผยว่า Mafia นั้นเป็นแฟรนไชส์ที่ประสบความสำเร็จอย่างเหลือเชื่อในตลอดไตรภาคที่ผ่านมา และเขาเชื่อว่าการ Remake Mafia ภาคแรก หรือ Mafia : Definitive Edition นั้น จะทำให้ทุกคนประทับใจ
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เราตื่นเต้นมากกับไตรภาค Mafia มันเป็นเกมเดียวกันกับต้นฉบับ แต่กับภาค 1 นั้น เราปรับปรุงมันมากที่สุด มันอาจจะเหมือนการ Remake แต่จริง ๆ แล้วมันไม่ได้ถูกทำใหม่ทั้งหมด แต่เทคโนโลยีสมัยใหม่ จะทำให้เกมมีลูกเล่นอื่น ๆ เพิ่ม และจะมีบางอย่างเชื่อมมาสู่ตัวเกมไตรภาค
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และในตอนนี้ Mafia 2 และ 3 ก็ได้วางจำหน่ายและเปิดให้เล่นแล้ว เหลือเพียงภาคแรก ที่จะต้องรอกันก่อน เดือนสิงหาคมถึงจะได้เล่นกัน และในขณะนี้ Hangar 13 สตูดิโอผู้พัฒนาเกมชุด Mafia กำลังทำงานอยู่บนเกม Open World ระดับ AAA เกมใหม่อยู่ด้วย
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ใครที่ยังไม่เคยสัมผัสโลกของ Mafia ก็ลองไปหามาเล่นกันดูได้
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ที่มา : https://gamingbolt.com/mafia-has-been-meaningful-for-us-as-…
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#gamingdose #ข่าวเกม #Mafia
Mafia is a game series that receives a wide range of reviews from fans (except everyone's favorite first part)
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However, such games are continuously successful and earn 2 K and mother companies like take-two interactive. They reveal that Mafia III has now sold over 7 million sets worldwide.
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Karl Slatoff, chairman of take-two reveals that mafia has been an incredibly successful franchise throughout the past trilogy, and he believes that the first remake mafia or Mafia: definition edition will impress everyone.
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We are very excited about the Mafia Trilogy. It's the same game as the original. But with that part 1 we improve it most. It may be like remake but it's actually not all redone but modern technology will make the game more kids. And something will connect to the trilogy game.
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AND NOW MAFIA 2 AND 3 are now available and open for play. Only the first part to wait before August to play. Hangar 13 Mafia Game Developer Studio is working. On AAA open world game. New game is on.
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For those who haven't experienced Mafia's world, try to play.
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Source: https://gamingbolt.com/mafia-has-been-meaningful-for-us-as-a-franchise-take-two-interactive
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#gamingdose #ข่าวเกม #MafiaTranslated

因為公幹要去15日總共8個國家，其間不斷爭取時間喺會議與食飯與工作與睡眠之間泵奶，仲要協調酒店餐廳公司將母乳雪冰，呢個project需要幾多人力物力，最重要係媽媽既愛！但到最後喺希斯路機場付諸流水，因規條需要棄掉500oz 冰奶！作為人奶媽，聽到都覺傷心！同時亦好佩服呢個媽媽為小孩悉心既安排！希望呢件事能夠引起關注，令下一個人奶媽唔需要有咁既對待！#breastfeeding #母乳 #人奶媽

I normally would not post something this personal, but I do not remember the last time I felt so justly upset.

An Open Letter to Aviation Security in Terminal 5 at Heathrow Airport:

Being a working mother is the hardest thing I’ve ever done. Trying to manage the logistics of drop-offs and pick-ups and conference calls and meetings and finding the time and energy to make sure both your family and work are getting ample amounts of your care and attention is both challenging and fulfilling, but mostly extremely exhausting and stressful. When you’re fortunate enough as I am to have a job that involves travel, it’s an exciting opportunity, but it comes with even more extreme challenges when you have kids – being away from them, managing care back home from afar, and in my case, figuring out how you’re going to feed your 8 month old breastfed baby while you’re required to be away for 15 days and travel to eight different cities. For months I pumped and froze milk during the day and in the middle of the night to feed my son with the hopes I would have enough to see him through my time away, but eventually I had to deal with the sense of failure I felt when I realized it wouldn’t be enough to nourish him while I traveled, and thus I would have to introduce formula. Formula is perfectly acceptable (I clearly give it to my son), but as we had established a good breastfeeding relationship, it was my first choice and priority. I had also breastfed my first son until a year, so I wanted to give my second son the same.

To help ease the personal guilt, I resolved to pump at every possible moment between my meetings, presentations, business lunches and dinners, taxis, flights, and long waits in airports. This meant pumping while sitting on toilets in public restrooms; stuffed in an airplane bathroom; in unsecured conference rooms, showers, and closets because certain office spaces didn’t have a place for a nursing mother – and then dealing with the humiliation when a custodial employee accidentally walked in on me. It meant having to talk about my personal matters (my nursing schedule) with my professional coworkers and my supervisor in order to sneak away to said closet or public bathroom – a discomfort I had to learn how to swallow if I was to supply my son with breast milk. It meant going to each hotel and convincing them to store my giant insulated bags of milk in their restaurant freezers to preserve it. It meant lugging this giant block of frozen breast milk through four countries, airports and security checkpoints and having them pull out every single ounce of breastmilk and use mildly inappropriate sign language to convey "breast" and "milk" so that they would let me through. Which they did. Every one of them. Except you.

You made me dump nearly 500oz of breastmilk in the trash.

You made me dump out nearly two weeks worth of food for my son.

I acknowledge my part in this equation. I should have looked up the Civil Aviation rule. You do not allow breastmilk on the plane if the mother is not traveling with her baby – a regulation in and of itself that is incredibly unfair and exclusionary in consideration of all of the other working mothers like me who are required at certain times to spend time away from their baby, but intend to continue to breastfeed them. That being said, more than 300oz of that milk was frozen. Solid. Like a rock. I was willing to let go of the liquid milk. But you also wanted the solid milk because it could “melt and become a liquid.”

I travel significantly for work and personal leisure. I have two small children and have breastfed them both, bringing frozen breastmilk on plane after plane after plane, including in countries with strict liquid laws. Never have I ever been asked to throw out the milk because it might at some future time become a liquid. In fact, in most of those locations, they simply test the liquid milk as well and let me take it ALL on, liquid or frozen, child or no child with me. The truth is that had I read the Civil Aviation rule regarding liquids, I still would not have checked the bag because by it’s very definition, a liquid is “not a gas or a solid.” And since the milk was frozen, it was by all technical definitions a solid, so I had no reason to believe that it wouldn’t meet your standards, as it had met the non-liquid standards of dozens of airports around the world on so many of my previous trips,, including four in the past week alone.

I offered to check it. But that wouldn’t work either according to you because I had crossed the border and the only way for me to check the bag now was to exit the airport and re-enter – which I was also willing to do. But you wouldn’t give me the milk back – because now it was a “non-compliant item” and needed to be confiscated. It was as if you were almost proud to deny me at every possible point of compromise. Despite my begging, pleading and even crying out of sheer shock and desperation for a solution (which you essentially scoffed at with annoyance), you treated me as if I was trying to smuggle liters of hydrogen peroxide onto the plane. There was no room for discussion; “it’s the law.”

And yet how many times have I not taken off my shoes or taken out my laptop or not put my liquids in a quart bag full of 3oz bottles or rather had WAY more than a quart bag full of 3oz bottles? I can’t even count the number of times I’ve seen people attempt to bring on a unique souvenir that is deemed a potential weapon and they’re sent back out to check it so they can keep it. It happens. A lot.

Airport security is extremely important – it is essential in the world’s current threat environment, and I'm deeply appreciative of the work done by thousands of aviation security workers at airports around the globe; but it’s not a production line, despite the perception. There is an important place for customer service, judgment and critical thinking, and there are moments that should be treated as opportunities to assist people in their travel when there is ample evidence that an individual or item isn’t a threat. I can say this because I've not only seen it, I've experienced it at many airports, domestic and international. Rules and procedures at airport security are rarely universally enforced because similar to police officers, a significant aspect of your job is public trust and engagement, which includes using your judgment regarding appropriate enforcement in complex situations. Such as a mother trying to bring food home for her baby. In fact, after I agreed to dump the liquid milk after being spoken to by a manager, I was asked by a different employee what to do with the milk, as if it was open for discussion. Apparently it wasn't clear to her off the bat, which leads me to believe there are exceptions made in similar situations in the past.

This wasn’t some rare bottle of wine or luxury perfume I was trying to negotiate as a carry on. This was deeply personal. This was my son’s health and nourishment. This was the money I would now need to spend buying formula that wasn’t necessary. This wasn’t tomorrow’s milk; it was two weeks worth of nutrition for my child. And it was the countless hours of my time, my energy, even my dignity in some instances, all driven by my willingness to go to any length to get my child what he needs that you dumped into the trash like a random bottle of travel shampoo and deemed a hazard, simply because I made the completely logical and scientifically supported assumption that a solid isn’t a liquid. And your absolute unwillingness to use professional judgment and customer service to make a reasonable exception in the face of equally reasonable circumstances is shameful.

If I acted irate, it’s because it was the only appropriate reaction I could muster. I now don’t have the option to solely breastfeed my son because I don’t have enough milk to supply him while I’m at work, despite all of my best efforts. Being a working mother and ensuring both my job and my child get exactly what they need is the hardest thing I’ve ever done, but you managed to make it nearly impossible in a single afternoon. Security is the priority, but it isn’t and shouldn’t be your only goal, and it certainly shouldn’t punish those you intend to protect. Beyond literally taking food from my child’s mouth, you humiliated me and made me feel completely defeated as a professional and a mother. I hope the next time you encounter another mom just trying to make it work and looking for a little help along the way, you consult your conscience (as well as a physical science textbook) and reconsider your options.

Miura Haruma. Oh what is there to say... He's 178 cm tall (aka 5'10") and he feels that is a decent height. He weights 63 kg (aka 138.75 lbs), and he feels that is a decent weight. Haruma considers himself a good mix appearance wise so he comes out, in his opinion, average. But being average isn't bad. He's content with not being a hotshot. Sure, Haruma plays with his looks a bit. His hairdo changes every so often just to keep things fresh. It's the artistic side to him that convinces him he suddenly needs bleached blonde streaks across his forehead, or layer upon layer until he could be metaphorically compared to an onion....what, not a good joke? Man... -shrugs-.

The most noteworthy component of Haruma's appearance is most definitely his smile. Let's just face it. He's got a killer smile, and his cute little eyes scrunch up just right so he actually looks like the ^-^ smiley. His mother always said he was adorable when he smiled, so of course he likes smiling. Who doesn't want to please their mother? Haru has a good 'annoyed' face too...all in all his features are quite expressive. This means Haruma has a hard time hiding what he's thinking, but in this business it's a good thing too. For one thing, people can tell because of his grin when working with the camera that he sincerely loves his job to bits.Haruma maintains a very calm and happy-go-easy sort of personality. He, by definition almost, is not an extravagant person. The simple things in life are all he really needs. A few good friends, mostly from his non-work life, a few co-workers he gets along with, a good caring family. That's all he really needs, he feels. Well, that and his camera. But when it comes to people he's not mister social butterfly, but he's not mister social outcast either. Haruma lives in his own little in between world where the thing that matters is capturing the rest of the world on film.

He absolutely adores his camera and all his photography work. It wasn't the job he'd expected, but when the offer came for him to pursue photography as a profession appeared he snatched it with no regrets. Live life with no regrets. That's his motto, more or less. He finishes the things he starts, tries his best to be polite to everyone, and cares abundantly for those simple things that stick out as important in his life. His camera is never far away from Haruma. He carries it with him almost everywhere he goes. Yes, that can get annoying, but he doesn't just want to capture celebrity life through the photoshoots and whatnot. Haruma will take a picture of anything, from a cat passing by on the street to a blimp floating lazily over the city. THe whole world fascinates him, so he goes out of his apartment every morning with his eyes open, not prepared for anything because he doesn't know what fascinating site he'll encounter next.

When Haruma goes for something in life, he jumps wholeheartedly towards it. His work is a good example. His favorite word is Hisshi which translates basically to putting your whole self into what you do. His work is all of Haruma. His friendships are all of Haruma. His family is all of Haruma. His lovelife is all of Haruma too (though at the moment he hasn't found the young lady to spark his interest.) He's not the best at everything, and is well aware of that, but that doesn't mean he won't give his all when trying.

Along with his camera, Haruma brings his mp3 player with him just about anywhere. It's good for inspiration. Like I mentioned earlier, he's an artistic mind. If he weren't then he would never survive in this business but so far his work has been quite comfortable. The job is relatively new, but he started apprenticing once he graduated high school and though his work is still supervised occasionally by higher ups, he is trusted to get the job done right. He's human and makes mistakes. Sometimes the lighting is messed up or he just can't get the right pose or expression out of the model. It can't expected to be perfect every time, but no matter what, Haru does his best and should things go wrong he works harder along with a polite apology. And when you look into his eyes, it's obvious that his apologies are sincere.It was a quiet household. Haruma, his mother, and his father. They had a dog once but as usually happens in time with pets, he went up to doggy heaven. He grew up with a simple life in the Ibaraki Prefecture, north of Tokyo. Went to school. Grew. Studied. He lived a pretty standard life. His parents noted early on that their son was special artistically. He was good at crafts, colored inside the lines before he even had to be told that that was the proper thing to do. He seemed to know which colors looked good together, and where everything should go on a canvas, even with finger painting.

His mum, quite pleased with her son's talent, signed him up for art lessons, but while he was talented, as the years went by his peer's work in those classes would often outshine his. So he was shuffled from drawing to painting to even sewing for one awkward summer before Haruma picked up a camera and everything fell into place. Needless to say, Haruma was good. Very good. He started entering photography competitions in middle school and placed high in all of them. In high school he took more lessons along side his normal schooling and succeeding in being noticed by professionals. Haruma was sought out and though he personally had been planning on going to college to study photography and design, this seemed like an option just as worthwhile.

Haruma began an apprenticeship at age eighteen, and for two years studied photography under the masters. It was more of the glamorous world too, and while Haruma would have been happy just taking pictures of animals or landscape, he ended up taking photos of celebrities. Not that he minded. When he turned twenty Haruma was told that he could go independent now, that those he'd studied with would be glad to continue guiding him should he ever need help. And Haruma bowed thanking them for their guidance.