Nature Calls
Working in a busy news room, there is always one part of the station that is always busy. The bathroom.
My friend Rob (don't let that go to your head) actually posted a blog a while back about the potty process here at the big three. --------> http://jerkrobrants.blogspot.com/2012/06/when-you-gotta-go.html
I have a weird thing where I like to drink a gallon of water a day.
There are a lot of benefits of drinking water, example: my face is smooth like a babies bottom. But with that large consumption of water, comes numerous bathroom breaks.
I personally can't really "perform" under pressure, if you catch my drift. So I usually scope out the bathroom situation and wait until the coast is clear so I can relieve myself without anyone around.
I usually don't run into many problems, I avoid most people and get in and get out...except for yesterday.
Yesterday, I had just finished my lovely jug of H2O when I realized, phew, I REALLY gotta go. So I gracefully walked over to the bathroom, checked around, saw the coast was clear and made my way for the door.
That is when the problem started. A lovely co-workers of mine, Brenda, who doesn't have a facebook, which is weird, but anyway, Brenda decided she needed to use the restroom at the SAME time I was.
I thought for a split second if I could hold it and walk down the hall to the other bathroom, but this wasn't a drill, I needed to move quickly.
Brenda, being the chatty Cathy that she is, decided she wanted to chat before entering the bathroom. That is where I made my first mistake. I casually mentioned to Brenda that I can't perform under pressure aka I can't pee when someone else is in the bathroom.
Instead of just making a b-line for the back bathroom I walked in and figured I would just try.
(I just realized I am really blogging about going pee...anyway)
I picked the farthest stall from the door, because I actually had a college professor who taught us the common courtesy of bathrooms, (thank you Coastal Carolina University). You always want to leave a stall between you and whoever else may be in the bathroom just for the sake of being less awkward about the bodily functions we can't control.
Anyway, Brenda held nothing back, went right in for the kill. I, on the other hand, took a second, but everything actually went smoothly, so smoothly in fact, Brenda felt the need to congragulate me on not being pee shy. "THERE YA GO!! I KNEW YOU COULD DO IT!!", said Brenda from two stalls down.
Lets just say, I will NEVER be going to the bathroom again when the lovely Brenda is near.
My friend Rob (don't let that go to your head) actually posted a blog a while back about the potty process here at the big three. --------> http://jerkrobrants.blogspot.com/2012/06/when-you-gotta-go.html
I have a weird thing where I like to drink a gallon of water a day.
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| Actual jug I drink daily |
I personally can't really "perform" under pressure, if you catch my drift. So I usually scope out the bathroom situation and wait until the coast is clear so I can relieve myself without anyone around.
I usually don't run into many problems, I avoid most people and get in and get out...except for yesterday.
Yesterday, I had just finished my lovely jug of H2O when I realized, phew, I REALLY gotta go. So I gracefully walked over to the bathroom, checked around, saw the coast was clear and made my way for the door.
That is when the problem started. A lovely co-workers of mine, Brenda, who doesn't have a facebook, which is weird, but anyway, Brenda decided she needed to use the restroom at the SAME time I was.
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| She really does not have a Facebook. |
Brenda, being the chatty Cathy that she is, decided she wanted to chat before entering the bathroom. That is where I made my first mistake. I casually mentioned to Brenda that I can't perform under pressure aka I can't pee when someone else is in the bathroom.
Instead of just making a b-line for the back bathroom I walked in and figured I would just try.
(I just realized I am really blogging about going pee...anyway)
I picked the farthest stall from the door, because I actually had a college professor who taught us the common courtesy of bathrooms, (thank you Coastal Carolina University). You always want to leave a stall between you and whoever else may be in the bathroom just for the sake of being less awkward about the bodily functions we can't control.
Anyway, Brenda held nothing back, went right in for the kill. I, on the other hand, took a second, but everything actually went smoothly, so smoothly in fact, Brenda felt the need to congragulate me on not being pee shy. "THERE YA GO!! I KNEW YOU COULD DO IT!!", said Brenda from two stalls down.
Lets just say, I will NEVER be going to the bathroom again when the lovely Brenda is near.


I had no idea you had tinkle terror around others?!
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This post made me proud.
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