Floors Clean Enough to Eat Off?
The men's room today at work smells like apple pie. My manager Skippy Whitebread says that they actually smell more like Sour Apple Jolly Ranchers, but take it from someone who spent 3 years working in a bakery - that scent is definitely apple pie.
It's a constant battle around here -- your bladder vs. the janitorial staff. Because they've got us all crammed into one building now, it's become necessary for the janitors to clean the potties three times a day - early in the AM, just before lunch, and again at about 2:45. So odds are fairly high that at the exact moment you need to go, the restrooms will be closed for maintenance. Murphy's Law #343 for #1 and/or #2.
It always works out that way – I secretly wonder if our bladders can sense when the bathroom is closed for cleaning, and that’s the time it decides to squeeze tight.
While it’d be fun to grouse about having to walk/waddle/squeeze your knees all the waaaaaaay down the hall to the other restrooms when you really have to go, I actually appreciate the fact that the W.C.s here get cleaned on a regular basis. Lord knows they can use them. The P-I-Gs around here usually spit their tobacco juice everywhere in there, and the floor is usually a sticky mess from mud, tobacco, and a wide variety of nasty liquids you’d rather not have me describe. So clean away, you hard working custodians! Clean away!
But for now, they smell like apple pie. And no - it's not like I want to hang around in there and enjoy the aroma all day, but it sure beats the alternative scents.
It's a constant battle around here -- your bladder vs. the janitorial staff. Because they've got us all crammed into one building now, it's become necessary for the janitors to clean the potties three times a day - early in the AM, just before lunch, and again at about 2:45. So odds are fairly high that at the exact moment you need to go, the restrooms will be closed for maintenance. Murphy's Law #343 for #1 and/or #2.
It always works out that way – I secretly wonder if our bladders can sense when the bathroom is closed for cleaning, and that’s the time it decides to squeeze tight.
While it’d be fun to grouse about having to walk/waddle/squeeze your knees all the waaaaaaay down the hall to the other restrooms when you really have to go, I actually appreciate the fact that the W.C.s here get cleaned on a regular basis. Lord knows they can use them. The P-I-Gs around here usually spit their tobacco juice everywhere in there, and the floor is usually a sticky mess from mud, tobacco, and a wide variety of nasty liquids you’d rather not have me describe. So clean away, you hard working custodians! Clean away!
But for now, they smell like apple pie. And no - it's not like I want to hang around in there and enjoy the aroma all day, but it sure beats the alternative scents.
posted by Tommy G at
3:46 PM
1 Comments:
Your talk of the restroom being closed for cleaning when you really have to go reminds me of our situation around here. The one Mens room in the building has 2 urinals along with 1 stall. And lately it seems like when you have a pressing need for that stall, there's a 94.7% chance that someone else is already in there.
Maybe they could convert one of the urinals into another stall? Nah, that would only happen if the big boss runs in to find the stall occupied when he needs it, and he isn't hardly here enough to know.
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Monty, at 10:18 AM
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