I don’t usually complain about the state of restrooms in various establishments but the one shared by co-workers sometimes causes me to evaluate long-term prospects of my current contract employment.
I kind of think I’m not easy to gross out but my God…
I’m talking about the urinals covered in short length hair typical of 2nd most hairy place on a male body and lots of times the urinal lip is peppered with them it looks like priest’s back after some serious self-flagellation.
It’s all out gross and makes me avoid any contact with guys I’m guessing could be potential suspects.
Yeah, if I whip it out and a strand or two of hair falls onto the urinal, I’m not about to go retreiving them. Then again, if the pube forest you describe came from just one particular user, he may well have some medical issues. More likely, the bathroom isn’t being cleaned often enough, something you might take up with management instead of pitting your coworkers…
Are stray hairs the worst thing you deal with in the men’s room?
If so, I sympathize, but you got nothing on the ladies room. That place is foul! Some of the prissiest women in the office turn into absolute PIGS in the bathroom.
Some of the vehicles at our tv station, usually the live trucks (microwave or satellite) are shared vehicles. In these cases not everyone cleans up after themselves as well as they should.
One day as I was cleaning up the old Suburban (Unit 5) I found a hamburger patty lodged under the seat with 2 bites taken out of it.
I taped it to the bulletin board under lost & found.
Not that bad. (Unless it had been there for several weeks.)
A friend with a low-level job at a TV station sometimes got assigned to clean out the on-location trucks. Which were sometimes on location for hours. In isolated locations. Where there were no public toilets nearby. And the on-air talent couldn’t leave; they had to be ready to go live. So the talent used substitutes for toilets, thinking “We’ll just throw that used bottle/pail/KFC chicken bucket out when we get back to the station.” But they forgot.
I can tell you the poor gopher at the station did not forget, for quite a while!
Seriously. I honestly don’t know what it is about shared bathrooms and women. It’s gross.
My disgusting coworkers rant is about the break room refrigerator. I broke down a couple of months ago and cleaned it, and I cant even describe to you how disgusting it was. At first I was trying to throw food away but wash out the tupperware, but I finally gave up and just pitched everything. There was a salad in there that had liquified, and that wasn’t even the grossest thing.
The comment I got most frequently when people were thanking me was “I would have done it, but I hardly ever use the fridge.” Guess what, people. I’ve worked here more than a year and a half and could probably count on 2 hands the number of times I’ve used the fridge, but someone had to frigging do it. The person who helped me do it had been here less than a month. It’s not like she contributed much to the mess.
Pit the janitorial staff imo. My work bathrooms are always in tip top shape, and we have almost a thousand people in the building. Good cleaning contractors. Don’t speak a word of English, but they can clean a mean turlet, ayus.
I hate the shitbags who steal food from the refrigerator, though, because it limits me from bringing cold food to work. I remember once someone stole my heavily-pregnant coworker’s half-eaten yogurt. Total lack of culture, heh
Sooo… where is the ‘women who share bathrooms are disgusting, gross, ignorant slobs’ thread at?
From the things (oh, the things) I have heard, that’s the most shocking thing I’ve ever experienced in a professional, white-collar, corporate office. I can’t… describe… the things I’ve heard over the years.
When I was 19 and in a co ed dorm I lived in a hallway with 4 guys, a girl who had a dorm room but actually lived with her boyfriend across town, and myself. (Female)
One day someone left a used mentrual pad cooking on top of the old fashioned cast iron radiator in the bathroom on that hallway. This was a windowless, one seat, anyone can use bathroom.
I made myself a big toilet paper mitt and disposed of it. It wasn’t mine, but as the only woman living on that hallway, I knew it would be presumed mine. Gag.
