Going on a Tour of the Office Toilets
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I'm trying to get more movement into my day, but being stuck in an office doesn't help much. There aren't many places to walk to. I can go to the kitchen and back. Hooray.
But how many times can you go to the bin? Not many.
So I was looking for somewhere else to walk, and of course the only other place in an office is the toilets.
Not the best destination, to be sure.
But there are stairs, which means more movement, and maybe the grass is greener on another level? Or, at least, less brown.
So today I took myself on a tour of all the other toilets. There are four floors, and a toilet on each floor. I would have thought they were all the same, but -- lo and behold! -- they are different.
What an amazing factoid about my office building!
I am on the second floor. The first floor's toilet block is identical except for the colour and the hand dryer. Our hand dryer is one of the fancy jet ones. Theirs is an older model. Our toilets must have been recently painted, as the colour scheme is a lot more modern.
The ground floor requires a keycard to enter. I didn't realise that the first time, so I got bonus stairs because I had to go and get my keys. This toilet has a shower. It looks well used. And one less toilet, because of the shower.
The top floor only had two cubicles, and the design is so different to the rest that I was confused at first, like I had teleported into another building. Two cubicles is a bit intimate for taking a casual number 2, but it was quite a clean toilet.
Visiting these toilets was, obviously, the highlight of the day. How could it not be? But I felt like such an interloper. It's not like anybody would know -- there are so many people in this building that only a crazy person would recognise somebody from another office. And it's not like there's a rule. It's not against the law.
But it's weird. I'll admit that. I feel weird.
So I can conclude that 'our' toilet is the best toilet -- but it is also the most frequented, and it is frequented mostly by animals. Honestly, the mess in there can bring tears to the eyes.
The smell, also, is strange. I was one of the first back from the Christmas holidays and it took me two days to place the smell. It smelled exactly like a local craft beer -- a Pacific Ale. I had to laugh, because now I can say with conviction that "this beer stinks like piss". It was uncanny.
So my mission now is to have a moment in every stall. A silly, mundane little joy to the office workday. Which stall is best, I wonder? Which urinal?
I am almost excited to find out!