This morning, the smell emanating from second floor men's room made my knees buckle. As I was walking by the door.
When the plume is strong enough to work its way through the door, you have officially lost your spot as "the best men's room in the building."
We've seen this coming. But when the champ finally hits the canvas, it's a shock.
Stand and deliver
Yesterday, I walked into fourth floor men's room and discovered a gentleman standing in the stall of last resort, engaged in a little number one action.
Both urinals were open for business (no waiting) and yet this fellow decided to head into the stall and make his pee pee there.
Interesting. And curious.
Why does a guy forgo the devil-may-care breeziness of a urinal for the more serious confines of the business chamber? Antisocial? Performance anxiety?
Is he anti-urinal? Or is he just extremely pro-stall?
Did he have a bad experience where a colleague tried to make conversation at the urinal but he's a "I-need-to-focus-on-what-I'm-doing" kind of guy and so he adopted a new routine?
Was he at a urinal and somebody looked over, looked down and made some sort of comment about his physiology? (I mean, past experience suggests that we do work among men who are built...differently.)
I, for one, wanted to know this man's story. But I could not ask. He was sealed away. Apart. Distant. Alone.
Both urinals were open for business (no waiting) and yet this fellow decided to head into the stall and make his pee pee there.
Interesting. And curious.
Why does a guy forgo the devil-may-care breeziness of a urinal for the more serious confines of the business chamber? Antisocial? Performance anxiety?
Is he anti-urinal? Or is he just extremely pro-stall?
Did he have a bad experience where a colleague tried to make conversation at the urinal but he's a "I-need-to-focus-on-what-I'm-doing" kind of guy and so he adopted a new routine?
Was he at a urinal and somebody looked over, looked down and made some sort of comment about his physiology? (I mean, past experience suggests that we do work among men who are built...differently.)
I, for one, wanted to know this man's story. But I could not ask. He was sealed away. Apart. Distant. Alone.
Just say no to medical waste
We don't write about the first floor men's room a whole lot. Since it's the facility that services that majority of guests to the agency, it's usually kept in pretty good shape. But last week, I came across something that I have not seen on any other floor: medical waste left on the counter next to the sink. OK, so it was somebody's used disposable contact lens package, but...on the counter next to the sink? What's next, old bandages? Used syringes?
"Mmmm, this wound is healing nicely. I think I'll just leave this bloody gauze pad right here next to the soap."
Not cool. I realize that the 720 restrooms now only accept garbage of the paper towel variety, but if you're discarding something that was originally purchased at a pharmacy, maybe you take it with you when you leave? Just a thought.
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