Caught With Your Pants Down

The nice thing about having an office is that I have a door that separates me from the rest of the world. A door is great thing to have when, say, you brought jeans to change into and you want to put them on before you leave the office. Or, for instance, when you're wearing a new bra that is absolutely freaking uncomfortable and the only thing you want to do is take it off. The door on the office serves several purposes: to allow you to change your pants; to allow you to take off your bra; to shield you from the rest of the office when you're on a phone call, etc.

The bra incident happened about two months ago. It hurt. It was digging into me from every angle and I couldn't bear it any longer. After I took it off I felt weird the rest of the day. Oh well, it was a major relief! Today I brought my jeans with me. And as mentioned above, I wanted to change into them before I left. So what did I do? I shut the door, closed the blinds, and dropped trough (is that how you spell "trow"?). In the 10 seconds it took me to change I had a few visions, the first of which was me falling on my ass, making a loud ruckus, and causing the men in my office to come running. This is because I didn't bother to take the time to remove my shoes. I figured if I fell it would be due to the fact that I caught my heel in the pant leg and went ass-over-tincup. The guys probably wouldn't have come running, but you never know. The second vision was of one of them randomly walking in on me with my ass hanging out. No one usually comes to see me during the day, so for that reason, I didn't feel the need to lock the door on my office... I like to live on the edge. Luckily, no one saw my ass today. Maybe next week...