poopreport : Poop at the Office :

Outed

Posted 02.20.2007 by Pinch A. Loaf (27)
I'll admit that when it comes to my bathroom habits, I'm an odd combination of Shameful and Shameless. I'll tell my poor spouse all about what's new with my poo (much to his dismay!), and I've got no shame around immediate family. But once I'm at work -- I'm the only female in an office of four guys -- I'd rather not have anyone know that I possess an anus, let alone that I use it.

Unfortunately our workplace is laid out strangely, and the bathroom doors -- there are two; one for the guys and one for me -- are directly outside my boss's office. That poor, poor man. I've been eating oatmeal with applesauce for breakfast this winter (I'm trying to be more health conscious, I guess), and I've been washing it down with a big mug of coffee each day. Healthy or not, it certainly works its way with my digestive track -- there's no chance with that breakfast that I can keep things stopped up for the entire nine hours I'm in the office. I'd explode!

In light of my newly-acquired morning need to poop, I've been doing all that I can to ensure that my mighty creations go unnoticed. I lift the seat and sit directly on the porcelain both to get things as close to the water as possible and to create as little shit-to-air contact time as possible. (Before you flinch in disgust, please keep in mind that I am the only user of this toilet -- and I clean the throne each evening.) I also spray a jet of air freshener during the drop-off to help head off the stench at the pass. And as soon as business is concluded and I've done a split-second survey of the damage, immedi-flush is commenced. I would courtesy flush during the procedure as well, but there's only a thin wall between my hopper and the boss's office -- it felt like that would be too much of a giveaway.

I thought I had it down. I though I was home free. I thought I had the perfect system and a flawless plan in place.

I was wrong.

Shortly after my morning contribution to the grogon population, I needed to check in with the boss about something. I noticed that his door was closed, though it had been open earlier, so I knocked softly in the event that he was working on a noise-sensitive project. He answered and I popped my head in the door and got my question out of the way.

"Sorry about bothering you," I ventured as I turned to go. "I thought you might be recording something since the door was closed."

"No," he grimaced. "That air freshener is making me nauseous."

Oh god! I thought, knowing full well the air freshener in question was sprayed by me as a final cover-up measure upon leaving the scene of the crime. "Well, there are worse smells than air freshener." I offered.

"Yeah," he sighed with a resigned look. "My office always smells like crap and air freshener."

Ladies and gentlemen of the PoopReport jury, although I tried not to, I completely lost it. My weakness for toilet humor has never come through with such ferocity as this. I nearly collapsed in hysterics. With tears of laughter streaming from my eyes, I managed to somewhat compose myself, gently close his door, and giggle my way back to my office.

Our suite of offices is small, and one of my more loquacious and snarky co-workers heard the exchange. Of course he had to accuse the other two guys of being the culprits, since it wasn't him. They naturally denied it, since (as you and I know) it wasn't them, either. This left only one person in the office that hadn't piped up: yours truly. One of the guys mentioned this under his breath... and then there was silence.

They knew... I knew they knew... and they knew I knew they knew.

Then it occurred to me: as a PoopReport member, there was really only one thing to do. Thus came my first step into the world of the Truly Shameless: the following email message, sent to my four officemates earlier today.

TO:          Co-workers
FROM:        {Pinch A. Loaf}
SUBJECT:     Bathroom
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WHAT EVER HAPPENED TO THE CODE OF SILENCE!!!? Look, it was me okay? That oatmeal... Sheesh!

I'm finding you an ionizer (insert boss's initials here).

...Pinch A. Loaf

Next time, I think I'll explode.

Thunderbox (761) -- 02.20.2007

Sounds like your boss secretly enjoys the stench, or he`d have fitted some decent extract fans in the toilets.

doniker (1517) -- 02.20.2007

"I lift the seat and sit directly on the porcelain both to get things as close to the water as possible and to create as little shit-to-air contact time as possible."

I really don't think that would make that big a different...and sitting on that porcelain wouldn't be worth the hassle.

I remember when I spent 6 weeks in the county jail back in 1987...there were NO seats on any of the toilets..that was a rough 6 weeks in more ways than one.

Pinch A. Loaf (27) -- 02.20.2007

Actually TB, we rent the space in an office building; and on Monday morning the boss requested that I call maintenance to ‘check the fans’ in our restrooms. I believe I have been at least partially vindicated by the report from the maintenance guy this morning.

He said that the fan in the ladies hopper (which sounds like a freaking airplane engine) is not working correctly – and needs to be cleaned and dis-assembled; possibly replaced entirely. It is “Not sucking any air out at all.”, to quote him directly.

CC (not verified) -- 02.20.2007

It's not your fault the can is close to his office.They can't expect you to never take a work dump.If they can't fix the fan,Monica Lewinsky is temping.

DungDaddy (1364) -- 02.20.2007

Excellent story PaL! In our office, the shitters are right across the hall from the HR manager's office. The fans work good, but they don't mask the sound.

Turdle Dove (84) -- 02.20.2007

This is what I'm wondering: why don't we all soundproof our bathrooms? In both homes and public places? Can't we put some sort of lining in the walls? Because bathrooms are built to have great acoustics for picking up every little sound. Just an idea.

TheRoundTableOfCrapsalot (not verified) -- 02.20.2007

Geez, don't these people have work to do? Do they sit there all day and smell some poor woman's oatmeal crap?
Anyway, sounds like you got one of the crappy cover-up air fresheners. For a smelly toilet you need heavy duty air cleanser.

Bilgepump (1471) -- 02.20.2007

I'm giggling to myself at your giggling, Pinch! Love the story!

oh...uh...I'm NOT giggling, I'm chuckling...much more testosterone-y than giggling....

The Thunderous ... (651) -- 02.20.2007

Great story there pinch! I dont think that the crap to air ratio affects it though. If its gonna stink somehow the stench will find a way to do it. Keep on crappin.
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The Thunderous Crapper 63 Enjoying home toilet advantage since 2004!

GranniePanties (not verified) -- 02.20.2007

Maybe you need to go in and smell your boss poop, then smear it on his desk. Who's crapping now, Mr. Air Freshener? I think also there is too much stank in normal public batrooms to him be able to smell you from the crowd.

C Everett Poop (587) -- 02.20.2007

Good story, PAL. Doniker, when you say your stint in the slammer was rough in more ways than one, is it possible that you lost your virginity to your cell mate there? Another piece of the puzzle comes together.........

Bunga Din (1238) -- 02.20.2007

Great story PaL. I worked in an office that shared a floor with another business, the one business was a law firm and the people there were standoffish and not too easy going whereas the people I worked with were a lot of fun.

One day I ventured into the can and it was like an assbomb of deadly proportions had gone off. I pissed and looked at the shoes in the crapper, I thought it was my coworker and I said in a "Jesus Christ Bernie, light a match" and I rolled my lighter under the partition. It got kicked back and I picked it up, washed it and my hands and sauntered out. As I was chatting with our receptionist out walked Ron the lawyer from the other office just glaring at me.

doniker (1517) -- 02.20.2007

"Doniker, when you say your stint in the slammer was rough in more ways than one, is it possible that you lost your virginity to your cell mate there?"

I was waiting for a comment like this. I didn't have a cellmate; due to overcrowding I was in a dorm style setting with about 50 dudes all in one huge room...we all slept on mats on the floor. We were all classified as "not violent" but when a fight did break out those inmates were permenently removed from the area.
The day I was booked into the jail alot of people fucked with me and threatened to beat and/or rape me just to see if I was a pussy or not. By the 3rd day I was fucking with the newbies myself. To your disappointment, I didn't experience or witness any sexual abuse.

Anyway, 50 dudes with access to only 2 seatless toilets...it really sucked.

Shit monster (85) -- 02.20.2007

I hear that one, Doniker. About the fans, er air handlers we maintenance technicians call them, they are fucking huge-6 ft across, and move a shitload of air. They are also, as one might logically expect, a royal pain in the ass to disassemble and service/replace/repair. I used to work on those things.

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(insert ziggy boogy doog here)

Queen of Sharts (87) -- 02.21.2007

You should go poop on your boss' desk. That'd show him. Show him what, I dunno-- but it'd show him somethin'...


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Don't be playin' with the Queen of Sharts

Pinch A. Loaf (27) -- 02.21.2007

Just to clarify, the toilets in our office suite are small one-pot-shot home bathroom type shitters. Positioned side by side next to the bosses office. His door is at a right angle to the crappers. I'm thinking there can't be a 6 foot fan up in that ceiling because the room itself isn't more than 4 feet wide... I'm hoping that when maintenance comes in to check things out this weekend they are able to fix or replace the malfunctioning unit with little trouble.

As an update, my boss was traveling earlier this week so I was free to "doo" what I pleased as far as the bathroom was concerned. He's back today... :(

Mary Queen of Scats (387) -- 02.21.2007

Great story, Pinch! I was giggling so hard when you lost it in your boss' office I almost got in trouble from my OWN boss.

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Holy skid marks Batman!

C Everett Poop (587) -- 02.21.2007

Doniker, I still have my doubts. Are you suppressing the memory?

The Shit Volcano (3646) -- 02.21.2007

PAL, very amusing story. I especially enjoyed the letter at the end. Had to giggle at that one for quite a while. Sounds like you have a pretty good boss, even if he has to put up with that stench.

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If a man farts and no one's around, does he make a sound?

Pinch A. Loaf (27) -- 02.21.2007

Thanks TSV, he is a pretty good guy. When I informed him of the malfunctioning fan and their intent; 'to clean and if that doesn't work - replace' he was quite happy.

The only catch is that maintenance isn't sure they can find a fan to fit the current space (if indeed it's toast). So the man said they may have to rip out the ceiling to replace it if it comes to that. The boss's response? "Rip out the ceiling, whatever they need to do to take care of this! Get it done!" lol

Deja Poo (606) -- 02.21.2007

"across the hall from the HR manager's office. The fans work good, but they don't mask the sound."

So, you can hear the HR manager chewing people a new anus then? Just what we all need: a little entertainment to go with our afternoon constitutional.

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Deja Poo - Because this shit's so strange, it couldn't ever have happened before.

doniker (1517) -- 02.21.2007

"Doniker, I still have my doubts. Are you suppressing the memory?"

OK I lied, I was the cell block bitch. Are you happy now? Are you going to insult me? Your whole flame game is so boring.

daphne (3325) -- 02.21.2007

This will be one of my favorite stories ever. Wow! A poop memo. Who woulda' thunk?

I hope you stick around, because I'm sure that you have other stories up your sleeve. Excellent job.
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.....hugging bunnies since 1969
www.daphneszoo.com

drivnNdrinkn (84) -- 02.23.2007

I too consider myself a shameful shitter, but feel compelled to share my stories with my wife. Hell, it's her spicy and tempting meals that cause the various activities to happen as they do.

Great story, reminds me of a few similar office events that I will share in the future.

Modern_drunkard (not verified) -- 05.28.2007

Hey i once worked at this waste management (read industrial / residential garbage) company with 2 shitters that were positioned on either side of the reception at main entrance. They were probably made for santas little helpers. I couldn't bring myself to unload cos they didnt have much flush power. I used to drive out to the airport, pay 8 bucks for parking, and dump the lunch load there.

The same company had a field office out in the sticks. I used to have to go there sometime. Once i walked in to the office and got hit by something worse than zyklon b. I asked the ops manager if they had been parking the raw sewage collection trucks in the yard overnight... when this little sales lady came out of their crapper.

shit tzu (5) -- 11.23.2007

A good cup of coffee beat an enema any day, huh!

greenpoopertrooper (5) -- 06.03.2008

In regard t the smell, there's a new thing that prevents some of the odor from escaping from the toilet, they're these drops that you put in the toiliet water (before you..uh...pinch a loaf?) Why doesn't your boss have evryone buy some? That eliminates the crap and air freshener smells.

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