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warning: gross, with overshare
Everybody has a creepy bathroom, somewhere, sometime, that they've encountered. In my daily life, this'd be the women's room on the 8th floor of the building I work in. There's only one bathroom per floor, and they alternate irregularly between men's and women's. The floor my office is on has a men's room, so if I want to use one, I either have to go up one flight to 11 or down two flights to 8. Since I spend a lot of time on the 7th floor, it seems sorta natural to just stop briefly at 8 on my way up or down the stairs. However, it's a creepy bathroom. By which I mean it is both disgusting and attracts disgusting people. For example:
1) someone (or several someones) on that floor are "sprinklers"
2) once, from the stall next to me, I heard typing. I know it's called a "laptop", but...
3) someone else on that floor apparently felt the need last semester to share, once every month, their frustration with certain female biological processes by smearing evidence thereof on the walls of the handicapped stall.
4) even worse and nastier things (I know, hard to believe) which I've mostly blotted out.
Anyhow, I totally avoid that bathroom like the plague, except today when I was leaving work and in a hurry and it was far more expedient to hit the 8th floor and then catch an elevator the rest of the way down. And, since it's a photo kind of day, this is what I saw when I got there:

I didn't even go in. And I'm never ever ever ever going to that bathroom again. Ewwwwwwwwwww....
Just remember that pic next time you think we state workers have it cushy.
1) someone (or several someones) on that floor are "sprinklers"
2) once, from the stall next to me, I heard typing. I know it's called a "laptop", but...
3) someone else on that floor apparently felt the need last semester to share, once every month, their frustration with certain female biological processes by smearing evidence thereof on the walls of the handicapped stall.
4) even worse and nastier things (I know, hard to believe) which I've mostly blotted out.
Anyhow, I totally avoid that bathroom like the plague, except today when I was leaving work and in a hurry and it was far more expedient to hit the 8th floor and then catch an elevator the rest of the way down. And, since it's a photo kind of day, this is what I saw when I got there:

I didn't even go in. And I'm never ever ever ever going to that bathroom again. Ewwwwwwwwwww....
Just remember that pic next time you think we state workers have it cushy.
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I wonder if the cockroaches are related to #3?
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