Office Toilets

I used to work in a crummy site office in a steel cabin. They arranged a few cabins and made a roof in between to make a larger office space. The place was a dump, to say the least.

There were like 100 guys and 10 girls in the place at any one time, not including sub-contractors. Yeah, and they say the office is the best place to meet chicks.

Anyway, get this. There were 3 toilets, one for the girls, two for the guys. In the evenings, Indonesian workers used one of the stalls to bathe. Imagine if you had a horrible stomach ache, and there a 45 guys waiting in line to use the stalls in the morning.

After awhile, the girls padlocked their toilet since the guys (including me) kept using theirs.

One more thing, the toilet was actually a specially constructed cabin with the toilet bowls urinals and er, discharges pipes for the er, sh!t and p!ss to flow out. And all the cabins were actually transported specially from this site in the East Coast 300km away.

Hereâ€™s the clincher. There was hard rock solid faeces in the toilet bowl. In two out of the three toilets. The geniuses who dismantled to office in the East Coast didnâ€™t check if anyone flushed the dumps. So the faeces was there in the 2 days it took to come across the country, and the 2 weeks it was left under the boiling sun while the platform for the new office was being prepared.

Nowadays, in my current job, whenever I hear my female colleagues complain that the air refreshener in their 5 star rest room is â€˜not naturalâ€™, or that they are out of 3-ply floral print ply toilet paper, it just cracks me up.

I canâ€™t believe I just blogged about an office toilet.

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