This is what I don't understand. How has is become that the man has to clean the bathroom every time when it is co-ed in the workplace? Also, the fridge. The last place I worked the women would never clean their shit out of the fridge. If they spilled shit, they left it.
I actually don't mind cleaning it and have done so many times in the recent past. But to take down the sign, piss all over the seat and then expect ME to clean it. Hell to the no. I will actually clean the entire rest of the bathroom but I am not cleaning the toilet. *edit* I have been working with the same 2 guys for the last 3 months and I know it isn't them pissing on the seat. It's the new manager that's doing it and he's the one that wrote up the task list.
Probably not but it's pretty telling that piss started appearing as soon as the sign came down. Someone has a guilty conscience and was probably bothered by the sign staring them in the face as they're pissing all over the seat because it was right at eye level over the toilet. Taking the sign down did not automatically make it okay to start pissing on the seat, goddammit! This is how bad this gets me: I hate the word piss. "Pissed off" is okay but when you're referring to the yellow stuff that we all evacuate, I hate the word. I have used it so much tonight that I have fulfilled my "piss" limit for the year.
The image of some guy wantonly spraying all over the place and then tearing down the sign out of frustration and shame is hilarious to me. I'd put a new sign. I would go emasculating though. No one will know if you sit down. Stand closer to the plate, bigshot. Do you know the difference between accuracy and precision? It's like Halo, the more you move the harder it is to be on target. Muhammad Ali and Michael J. Fox have been using this bathroom for the past three weeks. Please get an autograph for me if you see them.
I'm old enough that I need more than an hour, for pretty much everything, but still young enough to think that it might make a difference.
Or... "I hope you have to poop and get pee all over your butt" The appeal only lasts a day or two for me and then it's back to normal. But til about Tuesday, I'm happy.
Ended up driving her home although I shouldn't have since I've had a few too many ti drink. I am pretty sure I'm gonna grow a pair and tell her to do the same. If she can't, then its done like some of you have said. Overall, ball was fun as shit except for the fact that everyone, literally asked what we were doing after...I just referred them to the girl and didn't answer for myself. Fuck this shit.
I hope everyone else has noticed that the title of the thread could just as easily be "let's get drunk and masturbate!".
The last time I drove drunk I fell asleep behind the wheel, veered off the road, went up and down some hills, hit a boulder and rolled my truck three times. Then I woke up. After climbing out of the passenger side window and walking a good distance away, I turned around to see my truck aflame behind the silhouette of skinny Hawaiian trees. I don't remember it blowing up, but the pictures my co-workers took the next day whilst trying to find me [my radio was found several yards away, recognized for being tech that the movie we were shooting on island used and thus alerted my department as to what happened to me] just showed the burned husk of where my engine was and the bed of my truck, which had been blue and was now black and ash. Those pictures drove home how fucking lucky I was to not only be alive, but to be free of any harm minus a few small scars. I don't drive under any sort of influence anymore. I am just glad I didn't fuck up anyone else's night/life. After waking up in jail and eventually going home, I still had little recollection as to what happened until I went to court some time later and listened to the lawyer on the prosecution's side [I believe it was him] reading the events logged in the police report, then hearing the audible gasp from the audience in the court room. Stop being fucking stupid. A cab ride is nothing compared to burning to death, crippling yourself, or the consequences of maiming some random, unexpected stranger. /seriousness Tonight I celebrated my three year anniversary with the woman I love. We had a great time at our favorite hibachi place after I brought her the bouquet I made her myself [the head florist had left incredibly early, so the attendant on hand allowed me to do a bit of custom work; obviously I waited until the last minute like an idiot but it worked out well], she loved the jewelry I gave her, and the fact that I bought her favorite champagne. We then stopped by my bar briefly for a round of trivia with some close friends and headed home to finish the night. She's been tired all week, and had injured her back, so she fell asleep sooner than I anticipated, giving myself some time to reflect on the past few years and play with our dogs well after their bedtime, which she normally doesn't like. But they love it and I'm a sucker for my pups. I finally got to watch Super High Me which I've been looking forward to since my brother [a Santa Cruz resident] told me about the movie and Prop 19. Neither of us smoke anymore but when we lived in CT it was an oft debated topic. I'm not surprised by the result but this movie is fucking hilarious. I have some Magic Hat IPA, the brewery from which the first beer I ever drank is made. No. 9. Our two small dogs are happy and I am about to open a forgotten bottle of Oban [that I stumbled upon when looking for a special treat for my dogs] and cut an Acid cigar. Three years ago I couldn't have imagined such a night, and here I am. I hope you all are having a night as enjoyable as I am.