It's a fairly fancy office out here - dockers and dress shirts. But the floor near the urinals is constantly AWASH in urine. It's like people don't even get close, they just get 'nearby' and start to flow.
That person wasn't the one who needed the new roll. You were. So YOU walk the three feet. And the person left the cardboard there in case someone wanted to recycle it. THEY WENT THE EXTRA MILE! AND YOU SHIT ALL OVER THEM! So to speak.
Some asshole (or maybe a team of assholes?) in my office building always leaves the paper butt-guard on the toilet seat so somebody else has to deal with it. Why can't the person just shove it into the toilet? Is your butt so precious that you can't even touch the buttguard that ONLY your butt has touched?
Somebody also hoards all of the shared kitchen forks. I have to eat salads with a spoon more often than not.
They have toilet paper in the Mercury editorial department bathroom! Upstairs they have to use their left hand and try to wash it. Time for a raid! Anybody know the number to that keypad downstairs.
Somebody also hoards all of the shared kitchen forks. I have to eat salads with a spoon more often than not.