Laying Liquid Cable
I just started working at a new job with a local cable company. I have been attending training classes for the past three weeks there. I suffer from a mild form of IBS, and therefore I poop frequently throughout the day. It is not uncommon for me to take two to three poops at work on a typical work day. Today was no different, but I may have made a less than stellar food choice for lunch. I decided to have lunch from a local fast food restaurant, and of course the main ingredient in any fast food is grease, which for an IBS sufferer can mean serious butt pee. I took my morning poop, as I always do, at work before I get started for the day or shortly afterward. The trend has been three poops at work per day, and a fourth poop at home before bed time.
My morning poop was uneventful, other than its volume and consistency (a 6 on the Bristol scale). I usually take the same stall in the same bathroom in the building every day, multiple times during the day. This time it was a little different. I was sitting in my training class about an hour or so after my rather greasy lunchtime fare when I felt that familiar rumbling down below, the one that signals I need to poop. This one was going to very easily be a six or seven on the scale. Fortunately, within ten minutes we were allowed to have a break, at which time I went to the bathroom where I normally go to use the stall that I normally use.
At this point I was in a dire(rhea) shituation and needed to go now. But to my chagrin the stall was occupied with another user enjoying his after-lunch poop. I immediately scurried to the other bathroom that was close by and saw it was empty, with a large, roomy stall waiting for me. I went in, locked the door (or so I thought), and sat down to do my business. I showed the white porcelain commode no mercy, assaulting it with what seemed like a never-ending stream of butt pee. As I was doing this, another guy walked in and pushed the the stall door open while I was in mid-poop. I cannot even begin to describe the embarrassment I felt from the intrusion. It is not like I have never been walked in on before, but I had never been walked in on while at work. I got up off the seat, and while hoping not to get any butt pee on the linoleum floor, re-locked the door. I finished the job and went back to the classroom. As a result of this, I spent my entire break in the bathroom, and vowed never to use that particular bathroom again.
I am not very good at hiding my emotions. Upon returning to class, the facilitator told me that I appeared to be flustered. I then explained to her that I had been walked in on while “using the bathroom”, and that I have IBS, and was therefore unable to wait. The entire group burst into laughter and asked me if I was OK. The lesson I learned from this event is that I will no longer poop in that bathroom until the lock on the stall door is properly repaired, so my privacy is not violated at work.
