Not that shitting at work can't lead to some problems. At my previous job, we just had two small, single-toilet bathrooms for an office of about 18 people. For whatever reason, I tend to clog toilets about 60% of the time when I drop a log. Whenever this happened at work I would usually just flush once or twice more and be done with it, but one day that wasn't enough. Once I laid a turd loaf so immense that it simply would not go down. With each flush it held its ground firmly in the hole at the bottom of the toilet. As the water rushed and swirled all around it, my turd remained upright and solid as a rock. It was almost as if it was looking up at me, gazing into my soul and saying, "You created me, now you've gotta deal with me. I'm not going anywhere, pal." Despite all of my desperate attempts to flush it, I had to eventually relent and concede victory to my mud monkey. We didn't have a plunger (to my knowledge), so I walked over to my desk and then returned to the bathroom door with a Post-It note. I wrote "Out of Order" on it and stuck it to the door. I figured I'd use the "marinate" method and wait an hour or so before trying to flush it down again.
Long-story-short, I had to explain to my boss THE NEXT DAY why I had placed an Out of Order sign on the bathroom door. He went in with a plunger and had to practically beat my my turd into submission. Suffice to say, that was an awkward moment.