Awkward...

Ok... so... awesome... Most of you know, I work in the Safety Department in a Paper Mill. By paper mill, I mean, environment where the vast majority of the workers are men. Anyway, my worst fear here has now officially been fulfilled (well, at least the most likely to occur worst fear). My office is in the medical department. We have one bathroom (for everybody), and then, if you go across the hall there's a classroom and a single women's bathroom as well as a single men's bathroom. Well, there's been a huge increase in injuries lately, so for the last week or so, they've been doing safety classes in that classroom everyday.
So... I was just in the bathroom (peeing, just to clarify), and I don't know if I forgot to lock the door (I never ever forget. It's something that is first and foremost in my mind everytime I go) or if the lock doesn't work... You can see where I'm going with this... I totally just got walked in on, mid-pee, by some seriously large mill worker. Now, I'm not saying that this couldn't have been prevented. I mean, maybe this time I did forget to lock the door. Still, though, if I see a bathroom door closed (especially if the light is on (which you can totally tell in this particular one)), I knock! I thought that was just what people do!
Anyway, I'm of course totally embarrassed... I just keep telling myself that it could have been so much worse. I mean, sure, I'm in a dress today, which means I had it all tucked up into itself by the neckline (by that I mean, I was totally exposing a whole lotta me), but still... he mostly maintained eye contact, and he was totally shocked (hehehe, maybe that'll teach him to KNOCK!). So it's not like he was rude about it... but still... awkward... Seriously, I think that I create awkward situations. It's like I'm some giant awkward magnet.
Anyway, I am thankful for the fact that I have my blog. Because now, instead of keeping my embarrassment to myself and letting it fester all day, I can share it with you and hope that I get some sympathy ;) I mean, who else will I tell? All my co-workers are men. They won't get it.