I worked at a golf course so it was always interesting. Right where we sit and hand out golf balls there is a shitter, but if you do it there you have to smell it for a long time, and it's technically a womens bathroom. The one they want us to use is run down, smells horrific and has no door on the stall. So I never shat (that's the past tense for shit by the way) at work.

Some of my co-workers would go to there houses cause they lived on the course.