Humiliating tasks

Jo's computer was set up so it would ding anytime she received an email, and it dinged. It was from Brett and was titled Your Task. She opened it.

Go ask Mr. Steeps if you can leave early tomorrow as you've been wetting your bed and your stain and waterproof mattress is scheduled to arrive tomorrow at 4:45.

"Oh my god!" said Jo. She found herself getting up. She went to Mr. Steeps' secretary. Please don't be in, please don't be in, she thought. But she found he was in, and she went in.

"Yes, Jo?" he asked looking up from his paperwork.

Jo blushed. "Um, may I leave early tomorrow? I've been wetting my bed and my stain and waterproof mattress is scheduled to arrive tomorrow at 4:45." She looked at the floor.

Mr. Steeps felt embarrassed for Jo. "Um, that's fine. Good luck, and maybe you should see a urologist."

"Thank you, sir." Jo left. She hurried back to her room to find Brett standing outside it with a smirk.

"Fuck you, Brett." Jo went into her office and slammed the door.

There was another email. This one from Chuck entitled My Task for You. She opened it.

Go into the men's room, get on your hands and knees in front of the urinals and don't move until Dwight, Brett, Will or I give you permission. If anyone else asks what you're doing, just say you enjoy the smell of men's rooms and take a deep breath.

"Oh fuck my life," said Jo as she got up and walked to the men's room.