Bathroom Fever »
Who designs the restrooms for corporations these days? Ours are no better than they were before besides having more of them. Isn't that the American motto? Quantity over quality. The pro is you can generally shit in peace due to lower traffic, nearly everything else is con.
No one in DeepTech is here except me, so this might've come out as a verbal rant rather than a written one.
My virgin experience on the pot here included a flush that took almost nothing from the bowl besides water. Horribly dismayed, I yanked the handle again with similar results. It took 5 yanks to remove my rendition of the rockies from the conservative porcelain god. I soaped my hands, rinsed with cold water, and then grappled with a paper towel dispenser more inclined to horde its contents than distribute them to wet hands. By the time I had removed one towel, my dripping fingers had dampened several others which refused to be removed.
Ah, but then they worked on the bathrooms; what better time than during business hours in the morning. If you walked in before they assembled a paper sign scrawled with "temporarily out of order", you'd have no paper towels at all to dry your hands. I appreciated not having to battle such a monstrosity, but not the wet prints on my pants.
Our improved lavatory has even more personality and less practicality. The automatic flushing, while certainly more effective than my previous observations of it, happens the moment I begin to stand up; thus requiring a manual flush later on ... unless you enjoy strolling about the office with mud butt. Before finding the flush button, I enjoyed a nice, Waldo-like search for it. They couldn't shape it like the buttons you'd find on a NES controler, no it has to be a textured bump which I somehow overlooked throughout some 5 minutes.
The paper roll holders are close enough together to enjoy the friction of each other's company, while you are struggling to tear a decent, singular piece as opposed one or ten. Having more space would actually help here, versus the large amount of space in front of the toilet where, I presume, is for your pack mule.
Next you get cold water from a sink designed to have an eternal puddle on its counter. I suppose sloping it gently inward and/or putting the knobs within a dip would've been far too smart. The temperature of the liquid is meant to offset the heat pouring out of the overhead vents. I don't know about you, but I prefer cool and dry to sweaty when it comes to my rear on a potty.
Finally, you fondle the paper towels bulging from their strange, tin tower which has a garbage mouth fit for a penny jar. It doesn't really matter that bearing more traffic, crumpled pulp will end up all over the floor -- again.
Somehow all of this crap is acceptable, because we don't have battleshit partners anymore. Well, unless the refined gentleman who stuffs paper towels in urinals returns, and I can hardly imagine how he'd mount his ass on these urinals.
