As most of you already know, Dre is in the process of remodeling our main bathroom this month. We have a weird basement bathroom to tide us over, but the water pressure in the downstairs shower has proven quite weak. Think “sink faucet” weak. It does the job for a quick rinse-off, but makes long hair washing almost impossible.

There’s a shower at my work though, so today I brought my towel and shampoo and made a plan to tuck into the shower room for a minute. But I kept putting it off. It just felt weird. “See you in a bit, coworkers — I’m going to go get naked now!”

As my day drew to a close, however, I decided I had to just go do it. I felt like I needed to be sneaky — I didn’t want anyone seeing me go into the shower room, which is just off a hallway. I didn’t want anyone to see me and think, “She’s going to take off her clothes now.” It just seemed somehow wrong. I’m ok for making colonoscopy jokes at work, but my own nakedness felt taboo.

We just moved to a new office, and I went into the shower room to find the room a little lacking. There was no curtain on the shower, meaning that the only thing between me and a hallway teeming with coworkers was one door. I would be totally exposed, showering in a little room in the middle of my office. I locked the door and put a chair in front of it.

Then I took off my clothes. AT WORK! And a took a shower and washed my hair. It felt so deeply weird, like I was sexually harassing myself or something. Like I was Demi Moore in that awful Michael Douglas movie from the ’90s.

After I got out of the shower and combed my hair, I was hyper-paranoid about cleaning up after myself. Not a single stray hair could be left anywhere — who else in the office has long brown hair with pink tips? Everyone would know I was showering and brushing my hair in that room! I got dressed, braided my wet hair, and went back to my desk and sat down. My boss looked at me. And then all propriety went out the window as I bugged my eyes and blurted, “Oh my god — I was just naked!”