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TIFU by helping my boss

I (30M) have been struggling to find a job for the past few months and by luck managed to get a job at a soon to be open hotel. So far my coworkers and boss have been wonderful which has been a relief as my last job was the opposite. Because of this I wanted to make a good impression with my boss. I want to note as well that during these past few months my depression had been on the rise and I had packed on a decent amount of weight. I have been a bit tight with money so I haven’t bought any new clothes. For the most part all of my clothes still fit but some of them are a bit tight. Onto where I fucked up.

My boss came out of her office and saw some boxes that needed to be moved. Upon trying to move them she put them back down as she had grabbed one too many. I said to her, “Let me give you a hand with those.” I grab some of the boxes and we start heading for the opposite end of the hotel. We enter this massive banquet hall where some of the hotel staff are currently present in and we then proceed to take the boxes to the opposite end of the room. I am in front of my boss and she gestures that we can place the boxes on the floor. Upon bending down and placing them on the floor I hear a light tearing sound. I looked down and the jeans I was wearing had torn at my crotch. This was not a slight tear where it wasn’t noticeable, no my underwear was completely exposed. Taking in what had just happened I went over the game plan in my head. First of all I am in front of my boss so she hasn’t seen what has taken place which is good. Secondly I have a coat in my car that I can tie around my waist to cover the massive hole. Now onto the bad, there is a group of about 7 or 8 people standing in the middle of an open room so there is no hope of metal gearing my way out of this mess. I realize my only option is to to walk past them and hope with every fiber of my being that all of them are so deep in conversation that none of them will notice the structural failure of my pants. Initially I thought I was home free until I saw one of them directly at me with the widest smile on his face. The look of dread on my face must have been palpable. Thankfully he never called attention to it and I made my way back across the hotel. I can hope no one else saw what happened but given how big the tear was they likely did. I just hope my boss never finds out. I hope dude bro keeps my secret.

TL;DR: Got a new job and tried to make a good impression with my boss. Pants tore at the crotch after moving boxes in front of boss. Hope boss didn’t notice.

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