Worst urinal in the building

Fourth floor men's room. Hands down.

1. It's mounted on a portion of the wall that sticks out about a foot, so the "privacy screen" provides no privacy.

2. The urinal itself is super long...and not in a good way. (See point #1.) It's right next to the sink, but it sticks out so far, you're basically standing behind the guy at the sink who's trying to wash his hands. It's creepy.

3. It's too low to the ground. Seriously, it's like two inches off the ground--I can barely get my feet under there when I move in to do my business.

The combination of the location, the size of the urinal, and it's height make the experience feel like you're peeing into a cookie sheet that's sitting on the floor in the middle of the room.

It's not cool.

Overflowing toilet

Ah...Monday morning in fifth floor men's room.

Sombody conducted a pretty serious piece of business in the chamber this morning and there is now an overflowing toilet and an inch of water on the floor. (Good news: the drain does seem to be working.)

Did the offender try and use the plunger to prevent this overflow? Did he at least call the building manager and alert them to the problem?

I doubt it. While past performance is not an indication of future results, the users of fifth floor men's room are a notorious for their lack of responsibility.

Man TP is back!

The hearty toilet paper, appropriate for man-sized business, is back in fifth floor men's room. And the facilities have never looked better! Coincidence? I think not.

Are you kidding me?

9:16 a.m. Potty blogger notices that the plunger has been returned. Rejoice!

11:15 a.m. The toilet is clogged. Plunger sits helplessly next to clogged toilet.

Men, the plunger is back...use it! Sheesh.

Seriously, how does one clog a toilet, watch it nearly overflow and then blithely walk out of the stall? Grab the plunger and clear the bowl!

Remember, our fair fifth floor men's room toilet has a finicky digestive system. We need to help it along when needed.

You're need to be like those scientists who feed the birds with the eye-dropper! The plunger is the cotton swab that you may need to gently nudge the seed town the bird's throat.

For those not clear on the rest of the metaphor: The toilet is the bird. Your butt is the eye-dropper.

The plunger is back!

Long live the plunger!

This place is a mess

Fifth floor men's room is a mess today.

First of all, the toilet bowl looks like a bad Jackson Pollock painting. I once again found myself surveying the scene and thinking, "How is that even possible?" One of our users is just built different...that's all there is to it.

But the area AROUND the toilet is a mess today. There's crumpled up paper on the floor. Used tissues stuck behind the handicap help-me-up bar. Wadded up paper towels. It's gross.

But in terms of leaving garbage on or near the toilet, I guess it could be worse. (Thanks to a regular reader for sending this link.)

Three-dot update

A recap of the last two weeks...

He who shall remain nameless made another appearance last week; still don't understand how he does it...

On Monday, men's room smelled like it had been doused in men's cologne; a strange but not unwelcome development considering the alternatives...

Still no sign of the plunger...

Looks like the "man's toilet paper" is gone for good...

why does fifth floor men's room need TWO pepto bismol pink hand soap despensers? Can we trade one for a plunger?...

A quick calculation shows that there is one toilet stall for every four female residents of the fifth floor but there is just one toilet stall for every 25 men...

Why is the location of the men's and ladies' rooms not consistent from floor to floor? On some floors the men's is on the right and on others it's on the left...

Why is there a lock on the outer door of the fifth floor men's room? Does anybody ever use it?....

Seriously, dude, get yourself checked...