Still, having scabies makes you feel so ashamed. When I got diagnosed, I had to tell at work. I was standing in front of everyone (we were few, it was summer) and I said:
I have something to tell you, so, yeah, I've got scabies. Don't worry, the doctors say it's not that contagious, just avoid touching me or using my computer. Apart from that, it should be alright!
I was blushing of shame. One of my colleagues asked:
What's that, scabies?
I had to explain everything, the little mite that lives under the skin, that you get through skin contact but not through a handshake, rather through sexual intercouse, and stuff. The more details I was giving, the weirder they looked at me. I felt compelled to add:
The docteur assured me that it affects everybody, every population category, and that I shouldn't feel bad or anything because of it.
It doesn't change anything to the fact that I've definitely lost my dignity at work!
Yesterday, I made a charming encounter. This morning, I ran to go to work, and then I had lunch with my colleagues and took off the shirt on my top. And Lorenzo noticed:
Hey, what is it on your neck?
I thought about last night. I could remember it was a bit wild. And my boss said the word:
I felt so stupid! I went to the toilets to check it out and MY! He left me A MASSIVE LOVEBITE. The thing is BLUE given how hard he went. Oh la la!
Update 1: My colleagues insist! First, they asked to see the mark again and second, Stuart asked me what I am gonna do tonight, adding:
You're gonna get sucked off again?
My reputation is done. Tonight, I'll add a picture of this naughty stuff.
Update 2: The pictures! So, an overview.
Well, we don't see very well... Come on, a big badass zoom!
Have a good evening!
I'm not the only one to flash my butt at work! Well, his boxers aren't transparent but still... This is Lorenzo, my new italian colleague.
At my agency, the toilets are a sanibroyor. And that's annoying actually because if you load it a bit too much, it's difficult to flush it.
But, lately, I happen to have had a few digestive problems and, well, I had to go. And then I flushed it but, well, it wouldn't go. After spending 10 minutes itching the hole, flushing like 20 times (very discrete!) and having remorse for the environment and African families who don't have access to water, I ended up rendering the brush non-reusable!
I had to let my boss know about it... and this is an open working space! I think there's nothing more humiliating than saying in front of all of your colleagues: "I broke the toilet brush!".