An unfortunate incident involving my boss’s, boss’s, boss and the escaping of an improvised panty liner…

So here we are with another entry that men will not want to read.  Or rather an entry that I will not want men to read.  I wish there was a way to password protect these postings for gender. In short if you are a man who knows me – do not read any further. Or do so at the risk of having your view of me changed forever…

Your choice. That includes you – DAD!

So, as you may remember from the story of the day I was the lady with the VPL, I am obsessed with not letting on to the world that I am wearing panties.  Of course I always am – I just don’t feel the need to advertise the fact in the form of thick pointy lines lying across the fat of my butt cheeks.  If you are serious about avoiding the VPL the only way to know you will do so for sure is to either wear no panties at all (which surely must have its hazards) or sport a g-string/thong type of deal. Read the rest of this entry »

Ladies business in the bathroom

OK – men – you will not want to read this post (OK Prexus Swyftwynd, I know you will want to read it because for whatever reason you are just all in to that kinda thing but no other guy will want to read this.)

Alright now we’ve got rid of the men folk, ladies – what do y’all do about getting subtly to and from the bathroom at work when you are transporting your tampons? I don’t how you are all doing it because at my office I don’t see anyone carrying anything looking like it could be a tampon – ever.

OK there was one time I walked into the bathroom at the same time as one woman who was clutching a pink embroidered padded oblong baggy as she walked in.  It was pretty obvious what the contents of that bag were – tampons, tampons and more tampons.  I myself am not about to walk down my office corridor holding a pretty little faux makeup bag bulging with sanitary products.  It’s too damn obvious.  You may as well walk down the corridor wearing a t-shirt that says, “Yes there’s a sizable hole between my legs and which quite frequently leaks red, red blood…”  And no – no one thinks the padded baggy is your makeup bag.  Nobody’s fooled. Everyone knows you do your makeup at your desk.   Especially now your iPhone niftily doubles up as mirror. 

Some women walk into the bathroom with their handbag slung casually over their shoulder – but unless you’re doing this bang at noon – again – everyone knows what you are up to.  Going into the bathroom at 9.43 with your handbag. Eh?  Eh?  You can almost hear the men in the cubicles think it as you walk past them: “Oh Jesus, I’d better leave it a few days before I ask her about that SharePoint site again…”

What do I do?  I either do the noon handbag rush, slip a tampon up my sleeve or if I’m wearing a short sleeve top I unsubtly wrap a tampon up in a cardigan (that’s Brit speak for a woolen button up sweater) and carry the cardigan and the tampon into the bathroom.  Am I fooling anyone? I’ve no idea. 

Community question: So how do you do it ladies? How do you covertly get to and from the office bathroom with your tampons? Share your stealth tips with me…

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