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the people in this meeting room believe i am creating some sort of staffing plan. but i am not, i am typing this. i would rather be urinating but i am a visitor here and have no security badge.
no badge, no reentry. badge = freedom. i am a prisoner.
so hear i sit, with the worlds smallest bladder about to split at the seams. i'd ask to borrow someones badge, but i have done that 4 times this morning, the last time only 15 minutes ago.
oh, and i have to poo too. the stress levels here are wreaking gastronomic havoc on my gutty works. audible havoc. i think someone is moving furniture in my belly.
i wonder if anyone has ever shit themselves in a meeting room surrounded by strangers.
i wonder if these people will one day say "remember that guy that came all the way up from texas just to shit in our meeting room?"
another will respond, "yeah, i remember, ...then he jumped out the window to his death."
"yeah, now THAT was funny."
Posted by griff at November 14, 2002 05:35 PM