Back in college when I was an RA, one of the biggest complaints I received on a steady basis was the bathrooms. I never had to suffer this, as I had my own bathroom, so there was never the risk of me walking into some sort of bio-hazard.
It was surprising though, because all the complaints were coming from the women. The men complained a few times, but for the most part, the women were the ones who came forward with some of the most DISGUSTING gripes I’ve ever heard.
“John, there is hair all over the walls in the shower!”
“John, there are tampons all over the floor!”
“John, someone tried to flush their pad and now the bathroom is overflowing!”
Seriously, you guys. Girls are gross.
So after leaving college, I figured I’d be long past handling bathroom issues. Because, you know, adults are smarter and more mature and know how to operated common indoor utilities, such as toilets.
I couldn’t be more wrong if I tried.
The men’s room at my work is nothing more than a cesspit of water logged poo and smells that could choke a donkey.
For the life of me I can’t understand what happens in there. Its like that scene in Dumb and Dumber when Harry forcefully expunges his entire existence into the toilet. Times four. I consider myself lucky if I can find one stall in my bathroom that doesn’t look like a nightmare on crack.
And it isn’t just the not flushing issue. Oh no, internet, it is SO much more. I feel like whenever someone goes into the bathroom they turn into a 5 year old in the ball pit at McDonald’s. There are magazines and newspapers and articles strewn across the floor like a giant birdcage. There are rolls of toilet paper [ROLLS!] sitting in the toilets. THIS I can’t understand. What can possibly be going through your mind when you are sitting on the crapper and decide to top off the trip with over 1000 sheets of two ply right in the center. It makes no sense.
The only thing that I consider to be a bonus when it comes to the bathroom is that in the last stall, there is sometimes articles printed out from websites stapled and tucked safely behind the toilet. I don’t know who prints them out and I don’t know leaves them there, but I know that many a trip has gone by a lot faster with something to distract me from the carnage that is taking place in the next stall.
**And before you ask. I tend to not use the handicap bathroom because it is either a) always taken or b) currently designated as a breast pumping station. Breast pumping, you guys. Breast pumping.
December 17, 2007 at 10:20 pm
for the record the women’s room is no better and i am consistenly in both shock and awe that professional women could treat a bathroom in such a disgusting manner. and really weird? we ALSO have the whole rolls of toilet paper in the bowl problem… who my friend is doing this, who???
December 18, 2007 at 12:16 am
Technically (although more accurately, Supposedly) the first stall is used the least. Something about people subconsciously not wanting to shit next to the door or something.
Not that that sounds like it applies in your situation. Personally I refuse to use ‘public’ restrooms ever for any reason.
And thank god I’m not employed right now, because I’m pissed every hour on the hour and hear it’s only going to get worse.