That One Time I Got Caught With My Pants Down. At Work.


How many of you have the heard the phrase, “Don’t get caught with your pants down?”

It’s usually uttered in a figurative sense. Like finding yourself in an embarrassing situation or unprepared for an event.

Well, I’m here to tell you about the time I actually got caught with my pant…ies down. At work.

As some of you may know, I like to work out and sometimes consider myself an athlete of sorts. When you delve into this “athlete” status, sometimes you’re forced to do things that non-athletes may not understand. And may find horrifying.

So, I had just started a brand new job and really didn’t know much about what the culture of the new office was. Really. My only experience had been that during one of my interviews, my soon-to-be-boss asked me what the “complexion” of my current firm was. And mentioned that the HR “gal” would be able to provide assistance.

Anyway, the first day at my new job, my boss took me out to lunch. On my second day, I was treated to lunch by the gals in Human Resources. But by the third day, I was eager to get to the gym.

I had already inquired about access to a gym and discovered that, fortuitously, there was a gym in my new building.

I was taken on a brief tour of the facilities, changed into my workout clothes and was enjoying a run on the treadmill. I had my phone in my hand because I run using an app that tracks mileage and pace indoors – but only if you’re holding it – when it began to vibrate.

A bit taken aback, I glanced down at the phone and noticed that it was a meeting reminder. So I stopped running to check because I could have sworn that the meeting had been scheduled for the following Wednesday.

Much to my chagrin, the meeting, was indeed, this Wednesday.


In 15 minutes.

Well, I had been running for some time so I had to take a shower, that much was clear. I jumped off the mill and ran to the locker room where I took the fastest shower of my life. I considered for nanosecond drying my hair and trying to fix the mess that was my face but quickly realized there was no time for that. I threw on my dress, slicked my hair into a ponytail and hightailed it back to my office.

Unfamiliar with the layout of the office, I not-so-discreetly made my way into the conference room where the meeting was already in progress. I tried to dissimilate as best I could and managed to muddle my way through the proceedings and escape to my office relatively unscathed.

After a bit, I remembered that in my haste to get to the meeting, I hadn’t exactly put all my clothes back on. So I decided that I probably should.

I grabbed my undies and was surreptitiously attempting to pull them up under my dress when I looked up and saw my boss standing in the doorway, redfaced and aghast. Instead of retreating immediately, he just stood there, open-mouthed, gaping at me, making an already uncomfortable situation almost unbearable.

When he finally gathered himself, he suggested that he should probably come back another time. I quickly agreed because at that point, there really wasn’t much I could do.

I mean, there I stood, with my underwear around my ankles. I couldn’t pull them off. And I certainly couldn’t pull them up.

So, he walked away. But rather than letting the situation deescalate, he came right back! And asked if I was changing into my running shorts. To which I casually replied, “Yes.” While I thought, “Right. That’s exactly what I was doing. Putting on my leopard print running shorts.”

He insisted on discussing whatever it was he had come over to talk about and we somehow managed to get through that very awkward conversation as painlessly as was possible.

But as soon as he left my office I went downstairs and ran outside to call my friend to tell her about the mortifying experience I had just had. When I told her I didn’t know what to do she wisely counseled, “What do you mean? You have to quit!”

I decided that one of two things would happen.

I would either:

a) get fired


b) get a raise.

I was there for 2 years after that so I concluded that it had all worked out. And that my boss was a perv.

The moral of the story: Try not to get caught with your pants down. Or do. It just might work out in your favor!

Has anything embarrassing ever happened to you? Leave a comment below!


11 thoughts on “That One Time I Got Caught With My Pants Down. At Work.

  1. The V Pub says:

    ha! Very funny story! I can’t say that I’ve had a wardrobe malfunction at work, but I do have an experience sending a rather insulting email to my VP. I thought I was sending it to a peer, but having multiple screens up at one time can be confusing and perilous. 😉

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