We have private washrooms on my floor (great for when you get the poopies at work!).
Well, something is dead in the drains. I don’t know what, but it smells like the pits of Hell in there. Not shit - just stank stank stank like mildewy wet towels you left in your gym locker for like, a month.
You need a gas mask to go in there.
So I, full of resolve, whip out my CorelDRAW clip art CD, and print up a warning:
On the left: the biohazard symbol. On the right: a skull and crossbones.
Pictograms say it all: this washroom has sold its soul to the devil of fetid stank.
My co-worker is on the case as well, and is going to send a stern email to maintenance concerning this and the friggin’ fruit flies that are all over the place. Yes, FRUIT FLIES.
WTF? I think it’d be safer to work in sewers than in this place.
Man.
And I saved the sign I made, so if anyone rips it down, another copy’s goin’ right up.
This subject really irritates me. My husband’s washroom at work was backed up all the time, so TURDS were on the floor at any given time. This is a food packaging plant! Then people would track the turd water through the plant. They wouldn’t put toilet paper and towels in the bathroom because “the fuckin’ Mexicans are just gonna steal it anyway.”
I got so sick of listening to the disgusting stories, that I finally dropped a dime to the health department. Lo and behold, they got a whole new bathroom! Just call me the squeaky wheel!
This subject really irritates me. My husband’s washroom at work was backed up all the time, so TURDS were on the floor at any given time. This is a food packaging plant! Then people would track the turd water through the plant. They wouldn’t put toilet paper and towels in the bathroom because “the fuckin’ Mexicans are just gonna steal it anyway.”
I got so sick of listening to the disgusting stories, that I finally dropped a dime to the health department. Lo and behold, they got a whole new bathroom! Just call me the squeaky wheel!
So I avoided the washroom from Hell - wait, it is Hell, because I swear I saw Cerberus at the door - the rest of the day.
Only to go into another one and be assailed by an aroma that could only - only be borne - nay, ripped - from the bowels of a pigman software engineer. Like, WTF did you eat for lunch? Your stale stank physically knocked me backward.
If things don’t improve (and I’m not holding my breath, except in the washrooms, of course), can this be moved to the Pit?
Does the washroom have a drain in the floor? If it does that could be the source of the problem. Baking soda (bout a cup) mixed with warm water and poured into the drain can help with the problem if it’s coming from the drain hole.
swampbear, one who experiences such things…sub I need a life[/sub]
But damned if I’m going to be the one to do something about it. It’s not my f-ing job. (My job is to sit here, stare at a screen, type something occasionally, and read the boards when it’s safe.)
I’m going to keep sending intranet requests to maintenance until they do something about it. Another one tomorrow, then every day, then every morning and afternoon, then every hour, then every five minutes.
Jesus Christ on a crouton, maintenance is located in this building, of three. It’s not like they have to cross the bloody street.
Whatever.
At least the biohazard sign I made is still up this morning.
The bathrooms here don’t smell too bad (despite some guy who takes joy in leaving his horse-sized dumps in the bowel for all to experience, but that’s another story) but we’ve got the fruit flies too. I’m a consultant, so I see my fair share of corporate offices, and most of (including the last 3) the gigs I’ve worked on have all been plagued by fruit flies. Not just gnats, but real honest to god drosophila melanogaster. And these are all large offices building in downtown Chicago where the maintenance crews empty the garbage each day. So where do they come from??
Are there enough pieces of fruit brought to work that don’t get eaten or thrown away quickly enough (with the assumption that the eggs are already on/in the fruit)? Are new flies from the outside constantly replacing the office flies, or is there already a viable, mating population of flies within the building? What are they eating? Why do they like to fly around exactly at eye level? Why do office furniture manufacturers make cloth-covered cubes with colors and patterns that perfectly camouflage the fly (a-ha… or is it the fly that has mutated an adapted to its new surroundings?).
There appears to be a dearth of research on this subject. Some budding entomologist needs to prepare a thesis on this one…
