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The longer you work somewhere the more you start to notice everything and the smallest things start to bother you. Like who is it in the kitchen that straightens out the spoons? Well it was inevitable that I would find that one out if I spent enough time in the kitchen and behold it is some guy who squeezes the teabag against the side of his mug so hard it straightens the spoon out. I had a feeling it wouldn't be Uri Geller, he doesn't work here anyway.
Anyway I commented on the toilets earlier when I started. I had successfully rearranged my routine to fit in with work and my ablutions were firmly settled on work time. However something went wrong yesterday and I ended up using a small section of my evening struggling on my own throne. There is something special about using your own toilet; first I have my books and magazines to read in there but secondly I had forgotten what it was like to have my own privacy without being disturbed by the gruntings and deflations of others.
I think it was Confucius who coined the old Chinese proverb "Only a fool defecates where he eats..." but clearly some people who work here haven't come across that one yet. As it's something that comes around at least once a day and happens in the same place each time one would think that others would learn that if they leave the place in a state it's still in a state the next day. It's a bit like why I can't understand the logic behind vandalism and grafitti, these people still have to live there so why are they hell bent on destroying their home?
The work loos aren't terrible but they're not great. Somebody can't lift the seat when they go for a pee in a stall which amazes me. This must be something their parents did not teach them as children. I feel sorry for them in fact. The flush in the middle trap doesn't work as well as the other two, there's a note by the handle which says so but yet the guy who clearly eats the biggest food persists in using that one. There are bogies wiped on the sides of each of them and they never get cleaned up, I don't know why this happens when there is a 1 foot diameter roll of tissue paper right next to you. I admit it's not particularly soft but it is still there for use.
I blame the company who shares the building. None of us would do that surely? Long live my own toilet and roll on the weekend when I will savour my personal time once again.
Anyway I commented on the toilets earlier when I started. I had successfully rearranged my routine to fit in with work and my ablutions were firmly settled on work time. However something went wrong yesterday and I ended up using a small section of my evening struggling on my own throne. There is something special about using your own toilet; first I have my books and magazines to read in there but secondly I had forgotten what it was like to have my own privacy without being disturbed by the gruntings and deflations of others.
I think it was Confucius who coined the old Chinese proverb "Only a fool defecates where he eats..." but clearly some people who work here haven't come across that one yet. As it's something that comes around at least once a day and happens in the same place each time one would think that others would learn that if they leave the place in a state it's still in a state the next day. It's a bit like why I can't understand the logic behind vandalism and grafitti, these people still have to live there so why are they hell bent on destroying their home?
The work loos aren't terrible but they're not great. Somebody can't lift the seat when they go for a pee in a stall which amazes me. This must be something their parents did not teach them as children. I feel sorry for them in fact. The flush in the middle trap doesn't work as well as the other two, there's a note by the handle which says so but yet the guy who clearly eats the biggest food persists in using that one. There are bogies wiped on the sides of each of them and they never get cleaned up, I don't know why this happens when there is a 1 foot diameter roll of tissue paper right next to you. I admit it's not particularly soft but it is still there for use.
I blame the company who shares the building. None of us would do that surely? Long live my own toilet and roll on the weekend when I will savour my personal time once again.

YUCK. They had to put up signs at my work because somebody didn't flush the toilet after a No 2, it stunk the toilets out.
