Oh boy, I've got to share this. Steve, our media team leader/bossman, sent this email out to the whole building just now:
Dear male associates of Elden View.Not meaning to exclude the female population but I have not heard of this problem with the female rest-rooms.
I personally prefer to read the newspaper in the lunch room, at a table. Please leave the newspaper in the lunch room. If you would like to eat your lunch in the rest-room please do, but leave the newspaper in the lunch room so we can all read it without having to get it off the rest-room floor. If you must read during your time in the rest-room please take your own personal newspaper/reading material in there with you. You then can leave it and anything else in there and the rest of us won't care.
Please be considerate of your fellow associates and leave the newspaper in the lunch room for all the associate at Elden View to enjoy. Thanks for your consideration.
Man that was awesome. I had just come out of the facilities and was shaking my head because we get two copies of the AZ Republic here, and both front sections were splayed across the floor of the handicap stall. And as usual they didn't have the decency to at least drape them over the rail. I did my civic duty and put one of them up there. Trying to make a difference, one newspaper at a time, you see. Then I got back to my desk and saw that email. Woo. I'm glad somebody else worries about these things.
Okay Jeremy-
I totally understand your feelings on this, I have a fit if I don't have a hook to hang my purse up and have to hold it while I am juggling with not letting my pants touch the toilet or the floor.
Um but what got me is the " If you would like to eat your lunch in the rest-room please do"
Do people really do that? I had a lollipop in my mouth one day when I went to pee, and I remember thinking that was weird.
Yikes!!!
Here's the deal Glo. It's a busy busy world out there. People got important things to do. And biological imperitives are relegated to nuicance factors that must be combined with some other productive activity whenever possible. Such as answering cel phones while standing at the urinal like one guy did just this morning. First, I find myself laughing. Then I feel the temptation to make lots of noise--tumbling the paper roll real loud, putting an extra lengthy flush on the old kamode, cranking the sink faucet up full blast, repeated squeaking of the soap dispenser, some echoing throat clearing, and a raucus ripping out of the paper towel dispenser followed by a brisk drying of the hands. All on the off chance that the person who called will say 'Good Golly Frank! Are you in the freakin bathroom?'
If I've got an urgent need to reach somebody on the phone, I'd just as soon they turn off the ringer and let me leave a message, and call me back after their done rectifying matters. As for eating lunch in there, that was my favorite part. We got to joking about leaving a few cold, grissley pieces of pizza in a box on the floor in one of the stalls just to put an exclamation point on that email.