Now that I have officially finished week 4 of work, I thought you might like a story. So…
Let me set the scene quickly; it is my second day on the job. I’m wobbly-footed, trying to find my place in this enormous company. I am getting fed information at 100 mph, and can barely remeber my officemate’s name. I still hadn’t met my manager at this point, and was basically in limbo. I had however met my PUM, Brian, with whom I worked last summer. Organizationally speaking, Brian is about 5 levels above me, so he’s kind of a big deal.
To cope with my wobbly-footedness, I drank several cups of coffee on this fateful Wednesday afternoon, and at about 2 pm had to go to the bathroom. (Quick aside: if you combine the words “bathroom” and “restroom” you get “best room”.) So I went, where I bumped into Brian, literally. I rounded a corner and – boom! - almost got knocked over. He and I joked about it, and then I went into a stall.
Now obviously I’m already embarrassed – the bathroom is an embarrassing place, and I had bumped into him, and I didn’t know my place, and we both knew we were in the same room but couldn’t really talk.
So I finish my business (number 2), and turn to get toilet paper. Unfortunately, none presented itself. I searched, as much as a person who is seated can search an area with hidden cubbies or nooks, and concluded that I had no options.
Since my family reads this, I will leave the story there. It turned out ok, and Brian never had a clue. I handled myself professionally. But I was red in the face for the next 12 hours.
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