Recently I decided to take the bull by the horns and 'take care of business' so to speak. I was tired of going into MY bathroom and finding piss and all of the other things that you are imagining reading this in the bathroom so I came up with some signs.
This one is over the back of the toilet just at an average man's eye level.
This one is visible when one is sitting on the toilet.
**note the correction on result....my OCD boss Butch just had to white out where I had inadvertently added an s making it results.....remind you of anyone????**
This one adorns the wall, again at eye level, over the urinal.
I know before you say it, the phrase "you rock" is old school but I don't care. Not long after these were posted my boss, the OCD one, said "I knew there was some reason I hired you, you have the same sense of humor as me." Whereupon I smiled.
Sometimes a girl has to do what a girl has to do. Amen
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I am new to blogs, mainly searching info. Your blog today reminds me of a sign in the restroom where I worked. There was often a mess, not to mention odors, left in the restroom, so we put up a sign about cleaning up after use & using the exhaust amd air freshener. It worked and got us some funny and sometimes rude comments.
lovn livn welcome to the blog world. I think you will find it fun. I post a lot of random things and also love to post pictures of the LOMF Abby (my grandaughter) my horses and my boxers. Keep in touch!
I was going to leave a comment on your blog but I didn't see a post.
The kitchen is where I would blow a gasket. Moldy food, nuked fishy dishes, messy tables. I put up a sign "Your Mother Does Not Work Here, Please Clean Up After Yourselves." Loved your post.
I have been known to tell these guys I work around a thing or two about the breakroom. Funny too, they seem to listen and not repeat their bad behavior. he he
Thou werst not referring to moi, werst thou?
Those signs are hysterical and I will not make any corrections.
How totally gross to have to do with others' excrements. bleh
tis my cross to bear my dear brother
I'm bewildered by people who need to leave signs of their visits to restrooms. It reminds me of dogs who have to lift a leg to every tree in sight.
I remember one time when the men's restroom was defunct at work, and we had to use the women's restroom for a day. It was horrifying. Men have not cornered the market on making a public bathroom a pig sty. We were all relieved when we could get back to the men's room.
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