A Serious BM (Bitter Moment)

Okay, I’m bitter about my Trans-Continental Hike to the nearest bathroom, so I just did some calculations based on the fact that the columns here are placed 30 feet apart…

Here at Lockheed, it is 330 feet to the nearest bathroom from my office. That’s a goddamn football field, people!!!

So, I get there (winded and cramping), and five of the seven stalls are occupied. One of the two empty stalls is filled to the brim with urine and TP, and the other was recently used by someone with some serious depth perception problems!!!

GREAT! Now I have to trek another fucking football field to the clean ones downstairs…

Except these bathrooms bother me to no end, because the room is tiny. Even the Thinnest Person in the World cannot open or close the stall door without stepping to the side of the toilet first. And who knows what you’re stepping in!?!?!? After I was done, I checked. That damn door swings within an inch of the toilet bowl!

I’m going to end up with bladder problems, and then I’m gonna sue this place!!!