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Front Page · Health Desk

Men's Self-Checks Stay Anonymous, Except For One Man

An engagement report meant to stay anonymous was accurate enough to identify exactly one man.

Floor Three Men's, 6:02 p.m., one phone light aimed at a bin.

The Floor Three men's room was empty at 6:02 p.m. last Tuesday. One man was still in it, phone light aimed at the bin. He was not checking for a dropped phone. He was fishing out a leaflet he had thrown away himself, on purpose, in front of a witness.

HR confirmed the report was anonymous, then asked who was on Floor Three at six.

Earlier that evening, the leaflet was still taped to the mirror. It was for Movember, a week off from starting. He read it at the sink, in no hurry. He said, "yeah, not me," loudly, to nobody in particular. The colleague at the next sink heard every word. He binned it on his way out. He wanted it seen.

By the time he went back, the floor had cleared out. He let himself into the empty bathroom and opened the bin. The leaflet was still on top, folded, exactly where he had left it. He read it properly this time, under the light. It asked him to check his testicles for lumps, and his prostate for changes he might not recognise. He had never checked either, not once. He photographed both pages, carefully. He folded it back along the same creases. It went into the bin exactly as found. Denial preserved. Evidence filed. His system, working as intended.

The leaflet had a QR code printed along the bottom edge. Occupational health logs every scan automatically, by floor, time and length. Nobody mentions this part in the campaign emails. The post-campaign engagement report went to HR after Movember ended, as it does every year. It recorded exactly one scan, company-wide, for the whole of Movember. The entry read: "Floor 3 Men's, 18:02, 47 seconds."

Nobody's name was attached to the entry anywhere. It did not actually need to be. Word had already got around that he'd binned the leaflet loudly, on his way out of that same bathroom. By Thursday the whole department had quietly worked out the maths for themselves. He had said "not me" about the only leaflet in the building that got scanned.

Occupational health called the report anonymous, and technically, it was correct to do so. No name, no employee number, nothing traceable, the covering email said. It only had the floor, the time and the length of the visit. HR has requested the same report every year since the policy began. This year it read it twice. Then it asked whether a second scan should be made compulsory.

This newspaper's own health insurance renewal form asks the same questions, in roughly the same words. It arrived last month, and nothing has been done with it. It is still in a drawer, unopened, sitting on top of last year's unopened one. Nobody on this masthead has thrown either one away. We know exactly where they are.

Tomorrow’s Forecast

Tomorrow's Forecast: Mild, With Patches Of Regret Settling In Around Lunchtime

A light front of unread emails moves in overnight, clearing briefly before the second coffee.

Visibility drops sharply near the end of the month, once the credit card statement actually arrives.

Outlook: Clear by Friday, assuming nobody mentions their step count out loud.

Classifieds

  • FOR SALE: One (1) slow cooker, used once, now stores spare chargers nobody can identify.
  • WANTED: Whoever keeps "borrowing" pens from reception. We know it is you.
  • SERVICES: Dog walking, by a teenager who has never once returned the dog on time.
  • LOST: The remote control. Last seen "definitely" under the sofa cushion.

Corrections

  • An earlier edition described the office kitchen as "fully stocked." It has one spoon, and the spoon is currently missing.
  • We reported that the new printer was "working as intended." It was not, and it never has been. We regret implying otherwise.

Letters to the Editor

"I am one of the three employees formally spoken to for breathing audibly during Mindful Monday. I would like it on record that I was not meditating badly. I was just getting over the 9 a.m. meeting, out loud."

— Written Up, And Still Not Over It

"I read your item about the family group chat and the parking space. Readers should know I only mentioned the parking because I was right. I remain right. The chat has been quiet for six days, which I am taking as agreement."

— Still Right, Technically Alone