We’re all friends here right? Right. So I don’t feel self conscious about telling you what I’m about to tell you.
In my old office, the bathrooms were close to my desk-it was a small office, basically 1 big room with offices spread out around it. We basically could talk to everyone through our cubes and they could hear us clearly.
So if you, say…had to go to the bathroom quite abruptly, you could
My new office? Not so much. Not only is the opening to my little desk on the opposite side of the hallway I have to use to get out, the bathroom is literally down the hall, past another office-about a 1 minute walk.
Which is rough on the bowels when you have to “run for the border”.
And, while I’m at it, I might add how difficult it is to run for said border while clenching your buttocks with all of your might whilst trying to appear professional and not so “I’m trying to clench my buttocks so I don’t poop on your desk”.
Add a paid of new mule heals, and the scenario gets even funnier.
So. There you have it ladies and gents, I give you: my Monday afternoon.