One of the highlights of my day at work is my daily bathroom break. I get to have 10 minutes or so of time alone in the john to clear the ol' bowels and read my Twitter feed. Frankly, I look forward to this every day (partly for the alone time and partly because I find it funny that I'm getting paid to poop).
My office building only has 3 men's bathrooms and only 6 total stalls. Considering that my office building has mostly tech companies, it's probably 80% men, so at peak times (mid-morning and after lunch) it's very difficult to find an open stall, so when you walk in and one's open, you grab that sucker and hold onto it for a little while. Sometimes nature calls around lunch time, which is great because the bathroom usually isn't busy then. Sounds like everything is looking up, right? Not quite. Apparently, our cleaning lady takes the noon hour to clean the bathrooms and fill up the paper towels. It never fails that as soon as I sit down, there's a knock on the door.
At this point, I have to yell "Someone's in here" and then I feel like I'm rushed. This is because the lady waits outside the door until you're done. Who does that? Even if it's like 5 minutes, she just stands there. Then when you exit, she knows the foul odor and messed up toilet is your fault. Thanks cleaning lady - you just ruined my afternoon.
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