BM-ous Interruptus

One more Bitter Moment about my ongoing war with Lockheed bathrooms...

Because the bathroom supports hundreds and hundreds of people spread over the entire second floor of the Main Plant here, the cleaning crew has to clean the bathroom for 15 minutes every two hours.

Well, somehow the cleaning crew have perfectly timed their cleaning schedule to the activities of my lower colon and bladder! So, every time I have the urge and trek all the way there, some woman is scrubbing the urinals and I have to walk (cramping) another several miles to the next nearest bathroom.

Now, here's my issue. I've seen several male janitorial workers: why can't they clean the Men's Room, saving the place from being blocked off for 15 minutes every couple of hours!?!?!?!

And ... making a grody segue, David Almeida and I had dinner at Boston Market last night. And the corn left my body exactly 16 hours after I ate it. Isn't this a little quick?

Speaking of last night (and changing the subject to something infinitely more pleasant), Joshie came over to David's and we watched SNL and MadTV.

"Rick, Rick, Rick, Rick, Rick, Rick!!! I'll let my voice be my instrument!" Whatever the name of this annoying girl character, Amy Poehler makes me giggle uncontrollably.

"Take me to Taco Bell!!! I wanna go to TACO BELLLL!!!!"

Speaking of BMs...

And...scene.