My new catchphrase is sweeping the office today — I’m all about vocabulary and shit this fine Friday.
When I enter the tropical oasis that is (not) our ladies’ room, I nuke it with air freshener as soon as I walk in, so that I may breathe (somewhat) freely throughout my journey. It usually stinks like cat piss in there, and it is not uncommon to find brown trout swimming about the three available bowls on any given day. And as a special treat, in addition to piss droplets adorning the seats, we occasionally get the person who missed the bowl and seat entirely and who shat straight down the side of the throne. Because, you know, it’s so hard to aim your little asshole into that big bowl hole. 😉