I work in one of four cubicles in our office space. Our shared bathroom has an outer room – with a sink, mirror, etc. and an inner room – where just the toilet is located.
I open the door and walk into the bathroom today and see two plates of fruit sitting in there. WTH? So I say something like “why the hell is there fruit in the bathroom?” Okay really…that’s exactly what I said. There go my professionalism points for the day….
Here comes the annoying secretary lady Chipmunk. “I did.” “Why?” “Well, so-and-so told me to move it from the breakroom table because she was having a lunch catered and I couldn’t get to the refrigerator so I put it in here.” “Dear God, that is disgusting. I’m really not understanding why you put food in the bathroom.” “Well, I think you’re the only one who thinks this is the bathroom. I consider the inner room (with the toilet) to be the bathroom.”
I truly hope they remember this day when they ask why I’m eating a peanut butter sandwich at the holiday potluck!!!
Do any of y’all think only the part with the toilet is the bathroom? Am I tripping? On second thought, I don’t want to know…
(And while I realize this is not reflected in today’s post, I feel much better today!!!)