OMG Just leaked period onto a white chair at work

[catgirl1976]

Just been in a meeting in the partners office. Me, Director of OPs and Sales Manager

I;ve got a really heavy period

Sat on a white leather chair

Stood up to leave and there was a bit of blood on the chair.

Walked out with the Sales Manager.

Ops Director and Partner still in there

I am dying of embarassement

What do I do? Do I pretend I haven't noticed or balls it out and go back in with a cloth, apologies and clean it up

Maybe they haven't noticed and will just think it's paint or something?

I want to die I am so fucking embarraseed

If you really want to throw them off the scent you should breeze in wearing white capri pants and announce you're going to cycle to the park and climb a tree.

for you. This has happened to lot's of people, me included.

Go in bright and breezy, pray that it's brownish and claim you found melted chocolate on your dress and wanted to make sure you hadn't ruined the beautiful seats.

Or just ignore, the cleaner will probably wipe them over tonight anyway and is probably swearing at the purchaser every night

Possibly could think it chocolate smear....?

Happened to me in a show jumping comp whilst in show gear. Nice persil white jods. I don't know if the entire crowd realised but my friend did and mentioned.

I also dropped my handbag on the tube and had an errant lilex handed back by some poor sod a few seats away....

Life's a real fecker some days eh? Have and

Dropped earring a fantastic idea. Poor you

Ignore , ignore , ignore !

On second thoughts, I think others are right. Do nothing. You can only draw attention too it if you do. If one of the others sat in the chair immediately after you left then they clearly haven't noticed and you have probably got away with it.

In fact, his trousers have probably sopped it up for you, so if there is anything left behind he will now be the suspected culprit, and that should confuddle everyone.

I can make you feel better as I had far worse happen to me. At college.

I moved seats and realised straight away, tried to sort of clean the chair I'd vacated, but then had to scuttle to the loo, wearing jeans which had massive leakage marks on them so everyone must have seen my receding backside and know exactly what was up Put my jumper round my waist and ran to the bus home. My mum made me come back in for the afternoon classes once I was clean

Luckily the chairs were wooden so I assume the cleaners just wiped them down with disinfectant that evening, and no friends ever mentioned it to me. I still die a little inside every time i think about it though!

I think you'll be ok as blokes wouldn't necessarily reach the correct conclusion. If it's turned brown they may just assume someone dropped something on the chair.

for you though.

... draw attention to it. Grrrrrrr!

They will probably think you didn't realise (and that is if they noticed)

It won't be something that they will think about. It will only be a big deal to you.

Dinnae worry pet. We shall laugh in a years time.

I do feel for you. Been in similar position too, like so many other women.

I would do nothing, say nothing, pretend it never happened. You know nothing. The mature approach, I know. Surely the man has a wife/GF/sister who springs a leak now and then and would be sympathetic if he even notices.

As a/the boss, it's unlikely he does his own cleaning. Anyway serves him right for having poncy white chairs in his office.

My leaking disaster was on a first date. It was 96 and I was wearing white Levi's. I only noticed when I got home.

thinking of you op.

what happened?

Catgirl, make like Chandler!

You could blame a leaking pen. Tomorrow, tell the man who uses the office that your bag was ruined by a leaking pen, ask him if it got on his carpet during the meeting. If he did notice the mark on the chair, he'll then think it got there from your pen/bag. And of course he'll find no mark on the carpet

Possibly outing myself here, but for the purposes of making you feel a bit better...

As a fourteen year old in a school renowned for its basketball prowess I was delighted to be picked for the team. We had a big final match. It was the hype of the school for ages. Even parents were coming to support us. (Unheard of!)

Not long into the match I thundered up the court managing to keep the ball despite their best defence girl being right in my path. I passed the ball to out best shooter and we scored! Delighted I turned around to face our supporters for the adoration at being a crucial part of this score. Something caught my eye on the floor...a trail of bright red drops all the way down the court. It only took a second to realise what had happened. I regularly flooded and between the flooding and the short pe skirts I had no hope of containing it. I was mortified. And there was no point trying to manage it discreetly. Everyone had seen and knew it was me. It was all down my legs and a pool by my feet in the short time I had been stood there. I died a little inside.
I can't remember the final score of the match, or how the mess on the floor got cleaned up, but I can remember my wonderful pe teacher approaching me with her coat, telling me everything was fine and no one had noticed. She ushered me to the changing rooms where I somehow got cleaned up and changed into my uniform. I don't know what I did for the rest of the match...but that same wonderful pe teacher put her coat on the front seat of her car and gave me a lift back to the school, once she had settled the other pupils onto the bus. I was badly bullied at the time and was dreading the new ammunition they would now have. Sobbed in the car on the way back to school. She comforted me and told me it happens to everyone. Not to worry about the others, said to just give her a nod and she would deal with them. Never a word was said by the other pupils about the incident. I reckon she warned them on the bus before heading back to school. And while she was lovely you would not want to cross her. I fell a little in love with her that day. She was fab. Mrs McLoughlin, if you are reading this, thank you so much, it was 24 years ago but I haven't forgotten your kindness and understanding that day.

Op I reckon if you are on your way home just deal with it as you suggested in the morning. You will probably cringe forever more when you think of it but it honestly does happen to so many of us. And i can't imagine a man ever challenging you on 'oh, was it you that leaked all over the white chair?' They will be more embarrassed than you esp if it is a male dominated workplace.

Aw you poor thing, not a nice thing to happen.

Don't worry about it though honestly, the chances are they haven't seen it, if they did they probably haven't clicked on what it is and where it's from. And worst case scenario they've guessed they won't be sure and will be as embarrassed as you, they won't say a word.

If anybody did say anything either deny all knowledge, pretend you'd cut your finger, or hold your head high and make a joke about who'd be a woman aye? As you've nothing really to be embarrassed about.

Don't sit fretting about it relax and have some

You'll laugh about it soon x

I would just forget about it and do nothing. I don't see why on earth you should go back in and clean it. After all, a white leather chair is bound to get dirty at some point. Either they will notice it or they won't - they probably won't, in fact.

What a shitty thing to happen. As an aside, white chairs will be outlawed when I am queen of the world. Senior management at my place of work have had them installed in meeting rooms and their own offices. They are all women and should fucking well know better, if you ask me.

Daftstudentnurse your post made me cry a little, we were very poor growing up and my dm would buy me a pack of 10 cheap towels once a month, I was quite heavy from first starting so would use these up in 2 days, the rest of the time I would use rolled up toilet paper.
I would be on edge the whole week of my period in case I leaked and as soon as I got a Saturday job I would buy my own San pro.
Hugs op, hopefully you're sitting with a huge bar of chocolate and a nice glass of wine. I am sure your work colleagues all have partners or wives so will be more understanding then you think they will be.

DaftStudentNurse, I think I've fallen in a little bit of love with your old teacher x

Daft that made me cry.

It got me too that one :') what a lovely teacher!

The thought of you worrying every period too doing.

Me too. What a daft world we live in that so many of us feel we can't talk openly about this kind of thing. I've been there too, catgirl. In my case I'd been talking to my line manager (female) and I realised when I stood up that I'd leaked all over the chair. If she'd been male I don't know what I'd have said or done but as it was she was fine about it and I slunk off to the loo to try to clean up. Fortunately I had a spare pair of pants and tights at work. Mortifying.

Hope it's OK tomorrow and you don't dwell on it too much tonight. It will be fine, you know.