Aaaaaaaarrrrrrggggggghhhhhhh!!!!! I had written an excruciatingly articulate essay discussing the inferiority of my new offices bog but this ****ing website decided that I couldn't post it and deleted it. Basically **** this office and the automatic lights which switch off after 5 minutes leaving me to **** in the dark. But also mick what the **** happened to my essay?
Dumping is fine and seems to go without incident in my work. Every time I go to pull the pudding, but, the wee cleaner woman appears shouting and asking if anybody's in. You've then got to calmly say "Yes, me" to some old grotbags while you're mid-tug.
my old work was like that so i feel your pain. there's nothing worse than having to lick the toilet paper to see whether your arse is clean yet.
I also used to work in an office that had an unreasonably short timer switch on the lights in the bog. ****ing nightmare.
To make things even worse the cubicle walls go right to the ceiling so when the lights are off its properly dark. And the bog roll is shockingly rough.
Some things should remain sacred and immune from such japery. Dumping, praying and searching for porn on the internet - not much else.
I have a roll of tracing paper on my desk which would probably be better than the medium grade sand paper we get in here.
