Need I say more?
For anyone that has to work in a godforsaken office for 8-10 hours a day, I know you know exactly what this means.
Okay - so I work in an office where the percentage of men to women is 10 to 1. There are a total of 6 females in my building. YES - we have more females but they are in an entirely different building with their own restroom.
I have come to realize that my very weak bladder is on the same schedule as the "Phantom Duker". Every time I go into the women's restroom, the wind is nearely knocked out of me. One of the other five women in my office has a serious crap problem. I can immediately take away one of the culprits, as the girl that sits besides me is way to classy to emit such sick gastric dukes. So it leaves me totally distracted during the day to see which of the other ladies it may be. YES - I know I have work to do but curiosity is killing me. Surely this woman is on a schedule and surely she knows she is taking horendous shits - and surely she can bring in some Glade Tropical Breeze.
It's actually a strange situation to be in, day in and day out, when you think about it. Some people can go years without ever going to the bathroom in front of their spouse, some people refuse to go to the toilet in a retail store - yet when it comes to the office there must be some kind of comfort level for some to just walk into a restroom with more than one stall mind you and let 'er rip.
I think there should be some form of codicil to the Performance Standard and Office Polcies Manual because if a person had disgusting body odor it would be dealt with in a professional manner by a supervisor or manager, I am sure they would be asked to freshen up their hygene so why do we not broach the subject of professionalism in the restroom.
I guess it goes back to that old taboo about how people, women especially just do not even talk about "going poo", I mean I did not think women even "went poo".
I have come to realize that my very weak bladder is on the same schedule as the "Phantom Duker". Every time I go into the women's restroom, the wind is nearely knocked out of me. One of the other five women in my office has a serious crap problem. I can immediately take away one of the culprits, as the girl that sits besides me is way to classy to emit such sick gastric dukes. So it leaves me totally distracted during the day to see which of the other ladies it may be. YES - I know I have work to do but curiosity is killing me. Surely this woman is on a schedule and surely she knows she is taking horendous shits - and surely she can bring in some Glade Tropical Breeze.
It's actually a strange situation to be in, day in and day out, when you think about it. Some people can go years without ever going to the bathroom in front of their spouse, some people refuse to go to the toilet in a retail store - yet when it comes to the office there must be some kind of comfort level for some to just walk into a restroom with more than one stall mind you and let 'er rip.
I think there should be some form of codicil to the Performance Standard and Office Polcies Manual because if a person had disgusting body odor it would be dealt with in a professional manner by a supervisor or manager, I am sure they would be asked to freshen up their hygene so why do we not broach the subject of professionalism in the restroom.
I guess it goes back to that old taboo about how people, women especially just do not even talk about "going poo", I mean I did not think women even "went poo".
I know I don't != Thats why my family says, I am mean as hell ... cause I am full of it.
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