I suddenly become aware that I am urinating onto the carpet at the base of a support pillar in the middle of the office. At first it soaks into the carpet but soon there is a puddle. The splashing noise becomes more conspicuous. As I return to my desk, fastening my fly as I go, I am acutely aware of disapproving, disbelieving stares. A female co-worker catches my furtive glance around the room. It is a different woman every time, but there is always horror in her eyes.