speaking of fostering relationships with colleagues...
i've recently moved to a new job across town. gone from a team of 20 or so to a building with maybe an extra 100, so there's lots more people to meet and greet etc which is great. however, the ratio of bumholes to toilets has plummeted.
now, im a private shitter. given my alcohol abuse in recent years, things can get a bit out of control and unpleasant for all concerned. so, i value privacy. can't miss that next big promotion coz the boss was stuck in a stall next to you; a previous supervisor's quote was "i don't know what you've been eating, but that was fucking horrendous".
anyway, while the number of staff has increased 5-fold, the number of bathroom options hasn't actually increased at all. luckily, there's one of those retard loos for people that need to roll their chair in. or you know, for people that want a bit of personal space while they unblock their personal space.
so, yesterday it got to Unblock O'clock, and i headed to my private retreat. looked at the little red/green toggle, and green told me it was time to unleash the fury. open the door and walk in...
...and there's a female colleague, standing up with pants round ankles, attending to personal cleanup duties. i say SHIT! she says SHIT! im not sure whether she was going back to front, front to back, inserting any preventative measures or scrunching/folding, but perhaps could infer the standing/sitting question.
got right the fuck out of there, hung around like a pervert to say sorry, and am now trying to plan all my excursions to the shitter so they fall in the comfort of my own home.
TLDR: PKC's new workplace might dub him the Cubicle Bandit.