Tag Archives: Bathroom Humor

Waterworks

25 Jan

I live in a building that dates back to the late 1800s. As a result, my condo fees are sky-high, and there’s always some form of “routine maintenance” in progress to keep our systems operational. I love the charm and character of an older building, so I’m generally a good sport about the inconvenience of it. Even so, there are some times when it sends my day into a tailspin.

Case in point: This morning I decided to work from home since my flight to Boston departed mid-day… easier to just head straight to the airport rather than stopping by the office. I also decided to indulge and lazily work from bed up until the minute I had to hit the shower and leave for the airport. As I made these decisions at 7am, it did not cross my mind that our building was slated for servicing today.

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Confirmed: I am 12 years old

17 Jan

Either I’m losing my hearing, or my immaturity has reached new lows.

I’m at National Airport in DC, getting ready to head to Chicago to work for the week. When I went through security, I was pulled aside to have a wand thrust into my backpack to check for chemicals. I guess this is what happens when terrorists try to ignite their crotches: my bag stuffed with Jelly Bellies suddenly seems threatening. Or maybe they thought I was mentally challenged drug smuggler who had hundreds of tablets stuffed in a baggie in plain sight.

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Mottos & Slogans: FAIL

6 Jan

Today, during a trip to the bathroom, I got to thinking about slogans and mottos. I know, it doesn’t seem a likely place to ponder such things, but if – like me – you walked in while someone was clearly in the clutches of food poisoning (at least I *hope* for her sake that wasn’t normal), I’m sure that you, too, would’ve had this flash of brilliance:

“Office Bathrooms: Home of the Courtesy Flush”

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Self-Censorship: A Slippery Slope

5 Jan

I’ve tried – unsuccessfully – to commit to blogging in the past. I would start something on Blogger (at one point I had three separate blogs open, each on a different topic), but found that I wasn’t willing to share them publicly AND struggled to write in them with any regularity.

Yesterday, on my way to the bathroom at work, I think I realized why I’ve found it such a difficult habit to establish (publicly). The bottom-line: the things I find funny aren’t really appropriate for a professional woman to write about, and given how connected my company is online, it’s not only possible – but actually very likely – that whatever I write will be read by co-workers, my direct reports or even senior leadership at my company.

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