Dear Poop Friends,
I have suffered a relapse. I have backslid on the slope of Enlightenment. I need help.
Today I attended an early morning meeting at Job A. There was very good, piping hot coffee, and fresh Danish. The first cup of coffee propped one eye open. Half a cheese Danish got the other eye to crack a lid. And the second cup of coffee did exactly what you think: I had to poop!
But... the entire staff was present! If I got up and left the meeting, I'd HAVE to go down the ONLY hall, and there's only ONE place I'd be going. And when it took longer than a minute and a half, EVERYONE would know WHERE I went and WHAT I was DOING.
So... I held it.
Mercifully, the meeting was only ninety minutes, and then we were free to go. I was about to head down the hallway in the hubbub of everyone clearing the room when another manager stopped me and asked if I could hang around for half an hour to work on a project with a few people. I was rooted to the spot! I should have said yes, since I had been asked by a superior. But I couldn't wait ANY longer, and I would have had to ask them to wait ten minutes before I could join them, and then they'd all KNOW!
I regret to report that I blurted out, "No! I can't! I have to go home!"
So I did. I went home to poop.
I am ashamed.
Where do I go from here?