Scene this afternoon in my office:
Colleague comes to our floor - currently only occupied by my manager and myself- after his lunchtime run. He removes his sweaty T-shirt and starts doing push-ups on our roof terrace. So far nothing different from what happens most days.
Then he comes into our office, grabs a little stool, sits himself down and takes of his running shorts. He sat there for a while in his tight lycras and then announced he was going to take a shower.
We both get on with our work, until we realise he was standing in our doorway, covering his bits with a towel. He started to move the towel. Okay, that made us laugh.
But then he just dropped the towel, put it out there for us to see and stood there for a while. My manager didn't know where to look while I hid behind the flipchart and my monitor, waiting for him to go.
When I thought the coast was clear, I saw him standing next to the watercooler, completely naked, bending over to fill his cup with water. I hope it was of the ice cold version as he def. needed some cooling down. I quickly averted my eyes and kept them firmly on my monitor for the next few minutes until we heard the shower door being locked.
My manager and I just sat there, not exactly sure about what had just happened.
It's his last day next week, I guess he wanted us to remember him for something else than his job title!
Ilse