On workplace bathroom habits

[cryowizard]

This probably relates a lot more to the best male part of the world, but anyway.

I never quite understood the pleasure of sitting in a can reading newspaper. Or, for that matter, Sports Illustrated printouts (popular at my work for some reason). The john has been created for specific reason -- get in, do your business and get out.

I understand married people with wives and children they want to escape from just for the five minutes of being locked in their home bathroom. It's a safe zone, the bathroom, a relief in more ways than one.

What I don't understand is spending quality time in the bathroom at work. Sitting on a pile of your own dung (yep, they don't know about courtesy flush). Next to two other dudes, both of whom emanate the gastro-intestinal unpleasantries of epic proportions (I did tell you not to read this, didn't I?). And yet tons of people stoically lock themselves up in those stalls for quite some time, and you can hear them flipping those pages (in between the terrible noises from their neighbors).

Think of how one really must hate work to voluntarily subject one's self to such an sensual assault...

Comments

[asol55.livejournal.com]

Sports Illustrated? Are you sure they are using the facilities according to the primary purpose? Anyway, the only appropriate thing to read in the john is the Gartman Letter ;)

[cryowizard.livejournal.com]

Not the good SI. No beach babes there, just fucking baseball stats and other immaterial shit.