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I shit myself at my old work after coughing with diarrhea (I was sick). I was wearing shorts. I stained the bench, you could smell it a mile off, and I had to walk all the way through the factory shop to enter my supervisors office, which was an enclosed space with multiple people inside, just to ask if I could leave.
I shit myself at my old work after coughing with diarrhea (I was sick). I was wearing shorts. I stained the bench, you could smell it a mile off, and I had to walk all the way through the factory shop to enter my supervisors office, which was an enclosed space with multiple people inside, just to ask if I could leave.
If only everyone had that one friend. “Shit happens. [smirk] No worries, we will never speak of this again.”