A Regular Beehive
it may seem like i write a lot about the women's restroom at work and that would be true. the thing is, it's the only place i can actually get away from the emails, the phone calls, and the general hubbub in my area. and it's the only other place with a door, other than the supply closet. which if it had a cot, would most definitely be a great place to take a nap, which was much needed today.
the point is, the bathroom is normally a respite for me because it's generally:
1. empty
2. cooler than my cube ( i may have mentioned that i run a thousand degrees of hot at all times. arg.)
however, in the past couple of weeks the bathroom has been a hive of activity, which is weird, because when i started at the company about a year ago, i couldn't get over how empty the bathroom was, no matter what time i was in there. now, not the case. no, there are women coming, going, washing their hands for all of eternity to get rid of whatever germs they amassed in the stall, etc.
and here's another thing. i may be in a stall and the rest of the stalls are empty. completely empty. some woman will come in and take the stall next to me, which anyone knows is bad bathroom etiquette. you never want to be next to someone else's stall. hello, privacy! i mean jeez louise, you have no idea of how loud or noisy someone else is going to be.
where i used to work, the toxic waste dump, you could never, ever, ever get a moment's peace to yourself in the restroom because that's where everyone and their dog went to hide out. i even heard a person crying in there once. true story. so, it was quite a nice change to discover actual quiet time in the women's restroom.
what i need is my own potty. because some times, like today for example, when you are in gastric distress, you need privacy. and not having to worry about someone coming in as your body is making strange sounds. yes, this is all gross, but if the mincemeat vixen can discuss bodily functions on her blog, on a regular basis, well the proverbial floodgates have been opened. with that, i'll retire to my pink boudoir. okay, bathroom. at least it's bee free in there!
the point is, the bathroom is normally a respite for me because it's generally:
1. empty
2. cooler than my cube ( i may have mentioned that i run a thousand degrees of hot at all times. arg.)
however, in the past couple of weeks the bathroom has been a hive of activity, which is weird, because when i started at the company about a year ago, i couldn't get over how empty the bathroom was, no matter what time i was in there. now, not the case. no, there are women coming, going, washing their hands for all of eternity to get rid of whatever germs they amassed in the stall, etc.
and here's another thing. i may be in a stall and the rest of the stalls are empty. completely empty. some woman will come in and take the stall next to me, which anyone knows is bad bathroom etiquette. you never want to be next to someone else's stall. hello, privacy! i mean jeez louise, you have no idea of how loud or noisy someone else is going to be.
where i used to work, the toxic waste dump, you could never, ever, ever get a moment's peace to yourself in the restroom because that's where everyone and their dog went to hide out. i even heard a person crying in there once. true story. so, it was quite a nice change to discover actual quiet time in the women's restroom.
what i need is my own potty. because some times, like today for example, when you are in gastric distress, you need privacy. and not having to worry about someone coming in as your body is making strange sounds. yes, this is all gross, but if the mincemeat vixen can discuss bodily functions on her blog, on a regular basis, well the proverbial floodgates have been opened. with that, i'll retire to my pink boudoir. okay, bathroom. at least it's bee free in there!
posted by the princess at 1/31/2006
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