Holly
Sun, 1 May 05, 12:10 PM
Hi all,
As I’m sipping coffee on a Sunday morning, here’s a final true story from me a while, as I’m going to be busy for a few weeks. And besides the Board doesn’t have many stories at the moment. This is the real reason why I finally decided to give up coffee at work! I’ll just write it as it happened and keep it short!
Not long ago in March we had an office conference. The hotel we use is literally just across the road. Anyway, the conference was due to start at 10am but I had gone into the office beforehand to get something finished for my boss that was needed for the afternoon. To be honest, I should have done it days before. I made myself the second cup of coffee of the day.
Anyway, I had completely lost track of the time and had to be reminded by a colleague that it was time to go. I just had time to grab my coat and rush across the road to the hotel. No chance to go to the loo. To make matters worse a friend dashed into the ladies on the way but I didn’t get a chance to follow her and was sort of swept along with other colleagues, straight into the lift. This actually put the idea into my head that I should have gone but I thought it would be OK because I could go in the hotel.
The problem was that when we got there, we were so late that we just had to go straight into the Conference room and sat on the last table, near the front, in the far corner. The main entrance was to the side and there were also doors at the back, if you get the picture. There was water on the table and I had a glass because I was thirsty.
The air conditioning was quite cold but I didn't want to put my coat on, so I just sat there, in black trousers and a light blue woolly top, feeling cold. Well after about 20 minutes, I realised that I needed the toilet. I was squeezing my thighs together trying to hold it in. After an hour I was finding it really hard to concentrate. So much so in that I was becoming very tense and cold. I could also feel my face blushing red from holding. In the end I just held myself underneath the table. The problem was there were some very senior partners speaking with presentations. All the lights were on, nobody else was moving and it would have been rude and embarrassing to get up. Besides there were two entrances to the Conference room and I didn't know where the loos were.
I managed to hold for another 15 mins, until there was a break between the speakers. I had got to the point when I almost continually had to squeeze to hold it in. I knew then that I had to go right way or I would go in my knickers! :cry: I asked a colleague where the loos were. "Just at the end there, Holly" he said. I could see that he knew that I needed to go to the toilet badly because he kept looking at me when I was trying to hold it but I had deliberately not looked at him and just looked forward to the speakers; concentrating, not on them but holding for as long as possible. I wasn’t listening to a word they were saying!
Everybody could see me and I had to walk the entire length of the conference room with 200 delegates to the end. When I got there were no loos in the lobby. I bet he knew! I was really frantic at this point. I could barely hold it in and I had to walk/hobble across the Conference room yet again and ask a friend where the loos were. "Just out to the side there”, she said. The loos had just been just a short distance from where I was sitting!!
How I didn't wet myself I'll never know. I actually had great difficulty in getting my trousers and panties down because I was so desperate. I only wet my knickers a little. But that was it! I finally decided. No more coffee at work! It was just too close a call. The other lesson is not listening to wicked colleagues! Giving up coffee has definitely helped me although it seems to take me longer to get going some mornings when I'm tired.
Holly x :wink: :roll:
As I’m sipping coffee on a Sunday morning, here’s a final true story from me a while, as I’m going to be busy for a few weeks. And besides the Board doesn’t have many stories at the moment. This is the real reason why I finally decided to give up coffee at work! I’ll just write it as it happened and keep it short!
Not long ago in March we had an office conference. The hotel we use is literally just across the road. Anyway, the conference was due to start at 10am but I had gone into the office beforehand to get something finished for my boss that was needed for the afternoon. To be honest, I should have done it days before. I made myself the second cup of coffee of the day.
Anyway, I had completely lost track of the time and had to be reminded by a colleague that it was time to go. I just had time to grab my coat and rush across the road to the hotel. No chance to go to the loo. To make matters worse a friend dashed into the ladies on the way but I didn’t get a chance to follow her and was sort of swept along with other colleagues, straight into the lift. This actually put the idea into my head that I should have gone but I thought it would be OK because I could go in the hotel.
The problem was that when we got there, we were so late that we just had to go straight into the Conference room and sat on the last table, near the front, in the far corner. The main entrance was to the side and there were also doors at the back, if you get the picture. There was water on the table and I had a glass because I was thirsty.
The air conditioning was quite cold but I didn't want to put my coat on, so I just sat there, in black trousers and a light blue woolly top, feeling cold. Well after about 20 minutes, I realised that I needed the toilet. I was squeezing my thighs together trying to hold it in. After an hour I was finding it really hard to concentrate. So much so in that I was becoming very tense and cold. I could also feel my face blushing red from holding. In the end I just held myself underneath the table. The problem was there were some very senior partners speaking with presentations. All the lights were on, nobody else was moving and it would have been rude and embarrassing to get up. Besides there were two entrances to the Conference room and I didn't know where the loos were.
I managed to hold for another 15 mins, until there was a break between the speakers. I had got to the point when I almost continually had to squeeze to hold it in. I knew then that I had to go right way or I would go in my knickers! :cry: I asked a colleague where the loos were. "Just at the end there, Holly" he said. I could see that he knew that I needed to go to the toilet badly because he kept looking at me when I was trying to hold it but I had deliberately not looked at him and just looked forward to the speakers; concentrating, not on them but holding for as long as possible. I wasn’t listening to a word they were saying!
Everybody could see me and I had to walk the entire length of the conference room with 200 delegates to the end. When I got there were no loos in the lobby. I bet he knew! I was really frantic at this point. I could barely hold it in and I had to walk/hobble across the Conference room yet again and ask a friend where the loos were. "Just out to the side there”, she said. The loos had just been just a short distance from where I was sitting!!
How I didn't wet myself I'll never know. I actually had great difficulty in getting my trousers and panties down because I was so desperate. I only wet my knickers a little. But that was it! I finally decided. No more coffee at work! It was just too close a call. The other lesson is not listening to wicked colleagues! Giving up coffee has definitely helped me although it seems to take me longer to get going some mornings when I'm tired.
Holly x :wink: :roll: