I hide out in the bathroom at work. A lot. Because, in there, I am invisible. Because, in there, no sound penetrates. There is no email, no telephone, no knock on the door. I walk into that bathroom and I vanish momentarily. No one dares to speak to me when I’m pretending to poo. So there is a lot of pretend poo in my day.
It’s to make up for all the real poo that comes across my desk.