November 12, 2008
I hate thinking that you all think I’m a whiner, but I need someone to talk to about this, and you guys, well, where are you gonna go? The election is over, you need SOMETHING to read, right?
Check this out:
That’s the big bathroom stall door in my office bathroom, as seen from inside the stall. That roll of deluxe toilet paper, of course, is my own, brought from home, bought with my own money, from my allowance.
But that’s old news. More importantly, notice the latch used to lock the door so nobody stumbles into the stall while I’m in there enjoying a little alone time.
Wait, that’s right, THERE IS NO LATCH. It broke off like a month ago. And hasn’t been replaced. So for the last month, I’ve had to wedge my pinky finger into that little hole and try to jimmy the latch over to lock the door. And to unlock the door. After I poo. The same little hole and latch that EVERY OTHER MALE IN MY OFFICE IS WEDGING THEIR FINGERS INTO EVERY DAY. So now I bring a pencil into the bathroom with me. (And apparently a camera.)
That’s right. It’s been a month.
Oh, and check this out too:
That’s the hole in the ceiling where the fan would go if our bathroom HAD a fan.
But we have no fan. In our bathroom. Where people poop.