Andi Pandi

Not going to apologize again for not posting in a while...just going to get on with it.

I came back to work last week.  Only two and a half days a week.  It still seems like an eternity when you know your kid is at daycare with other kids who are probably hurting her as we speak! gah!  okay, alright, they are probably nice kids, even though I walked in one day and saw two little boys on either side of her swing pushing her back and forth at whip-lash speeds...and the little ADD/ADHD case named, well I better not say, who wants to put his face right up in my boobies when I am nursing the baby at lunch time: what are you doing, why is she doing that, how can she eat that, that is so gross, did my mom do that with me, how old are you, i am three and on and on and on ad nauseum.

So upon my return to work I came in contact with the only aspect of my office that i hate: The Stink Hole.  It is the single stall bathroom on the second floor that everyone universally uses as the poo-room.  I am sure it seemed like a good idea at the time--this way there is no stinking up the big bathroom and the remaining 4 stalls in there.  buuuuut, The Stink Hole has NO FAN!!  That means that the smell just sort of festers in there.  And it is warm.  Like abnormally warm.  Like compost-pile warm.  So you walk in and are slapped in the face with this hot, moist, septic tank situation.

At some point I think someone attempted to either spray something or burn something or exorcize the room or something because there is also a faint flowery smell.  Mixed in with the poo smell.

Has no one every heard of the courtesy flush?  Sure, you may get a little spray on your fanny, but in Europe they call that a bidea!  Its chic.  It is like a short bath for your ass.  Go with it!

The only potential solution would be to somehow prop the door open a little when it is vacant, but then that smell would waft through the entire second floor and nauseate the staff and raise absenteeism rates and everything would well, go in the shitter to be frank.

The benefit of The Stink Hole is this:  I have had to use it before.  Typically I will turn blue holding "it" in until I am at my home potty, but occasionally (too much fiber? I don't know) I have to use it.  So I wait until I am about to come undone, run in there and do the entire deed on one breath of fresh air.  I am a speed-pooper!

Frankly, I am suprised though that the room doesn't glow sort of green or have a little flame burning like at the dump.  Not only that, but I know who the lingering offenders are.  The people who spend like 30 minutes in there.  THERE AREN'T EVEN ANY MAGAZINES!  I think some of the older people just go in there to warm up.  (It can be chilly in here with the industrial air conditioners blowing all day).

So there it is: My Rant for the day.  I will try to come up with something fun to tell you next time and i PROMISE to be better about the posting.

Lovie!!