Err... do you mind handing me a roll?
September 18th 2006 08:40
Humans are fascinating creatures.
You can interpret that statement in so many different ways depending on your mood of the day, your profession, your current relationship status - so to speak.
However short of being Ms. Etiquette myself, I always aim to practice a certain level of accepted decorum from the moment I peddled that 4-wheeled box I call a car out onto the public roads to work. I have held myself decently (no pun intended for the discourse of the text to follow) consistently (as much as I can, again no pun intended) and I believe I have a right to insist on the same level of civic consciousness in the work bathrooms.
Yes, the dark corner of the water cooler gossip group. The one that we pretend that we aren't guilty of thinking yet everyone knows everyone is doing it - I mean making your daily worships to the white porcelain god (or any other imaginary colours should you lucky buggers be working in an office with some funk!).
Now, for you out there who has never experienced this gripe of mine, be prepared. Somehow somewhere, there are some groups of users in the bathrooms (yes, there could be one sitting in the next cubicle doing this week's Sudoku) that don't understand leaving the state of the cubicle in an orderly manner for the next user - basic courtesy out of practice!
I had many a time been the unfortunate blessed one of my next cubicle neighbour splashing some mother of all hoses volume of water (doing today's laundry?) - how the water gets there beats me - they could have brought in a bottle of Evian for all I care, but somehow some of us out there believe in the virtue of washing up after we're done beyond toilet rolls. That's fine, but for friggin' wits, is it so hard to not wet that toilet seat and (gasp!) the whole floor?
Once, I waited outside (yes, I'm waging a personal war against these bunch of users) a particular cubicle identified of that crime, judging from the hoards of splashing coming out (think a group of elephants taking a shower in a tub filled to the brim with water - now multiply that by a gazzilion times) - true enough, out walked this woman, calm as a nun and with not an drop of guilt for the mess she's left for me to clean up. As I looked inside on what awaits me, I just have to ask "Er... do you mind handing me a roll?"
You can interpret that statement in so many different ways depending on your mood of the day, your profession, your current relationship status - so to speak.
However short of being Ms. Etiquette myself, I always aim to practice a certain level of accepted decorum from the moment I peddled that 4-wheeled box I call a car out onto the public roads to work. I have held myself decently (no pun intended for the discourse of the text to follow) consistently (as much as I can, again no pun intended) and I believe I have a right to insist on the same level of civic consciousness in the work bathrooms.
Yes, the dark corner of the water cooler gossip group. The one that we pretend that we aren't guilty of thinking yet everyone knows everyone is doing it - I mean making your daily worships to the white porcelain god (or any other imaginary colours should you lucky buggers be working in an office with some funk!).
Now, for you out there who has never experienced this gripe of mine, be prepared. Somehow somewhere, there are some groups of users in the bathrooms (yes, there could be one sitting in the next cubicle doing this week's Sudoku) that don't understand leaving the state of the cubicle in an orderly manner for the next user - basic courtesy out of practice!
I had many a time been the unfortunate blessed one of my next cubicle neighbour splashing some mother of all hoses volume of water (doing today's laundry?) - how the water gets there beats me - they could have brought in a bottle of Evian for all I care, but somehow some of us out there believe in the virtue of washing up after we're done beyond toilet rolls. That's fine, but for friggin' wits, is it so hard to not wet that toilet seat and (gasp!) the whole floor?
Once, I waited outside (yes, I'm waging a personal war against these bunch of users) a particular cubicle identified of that crime, judging from the hoards of splashing coming out (think a group of elephants taking a shower in a tub filled to the brim with water - now multiply that by a gazzilion times) - true enough, out walked this woman, calm as a nun and with not an drop of guilt for the mess she's left for me to clean up. As I looked inside on what awaits me, I just have to ask "Er... do you mind handing me a roll?"
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