The Potty Blogger intern recently did a little "site specific offline promotion" of this blog -- those flyers in the restrooms -- and as a result, our page visits are through the roof! (Well, that's not entirely true, but truth is a relative thing on the Internet.)
We welcome our new readers. Leave a comment and make yourself known. What are your initial reactions to this blog? Valuable resource? Disgusting waste of time? Have a suggestion for a future topic? You tell us.
There is a rumor that a competing blog may be in the works--say "340brannan2ndfloorladiesroom.blogspot.com"--and potty blogger welcomes all additions to the 340 Brannan bathroom canon.
Just added the RSS feed (to the right) so you can now stay up to date on all new posts.
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Seriously, we NEED a plunger
OK, this is ridiculous.
Yesterday, Potty Blogger came across a fairly typical scenario for fifth floor men's room: "the Easter basket was full of eggs." (Yes, that's a euphemism, but trust me, it's preferable to the stark truth.)
Anyhoo, there is STILL no plunger in the men's room. Potty Blogger had heard a rumor that the plunger had migrated to the fifth floor ladies' room (and really, who could blame it?) So, I asked a female colleague to go on a mission, search it out, and help me return it to its rightful place.
But after a thorough search (they have TWO stalls in there?!) the rogue plunger was nowhere to be found.
Building management, I appeal to you. This is a floor that needs a plunger. The suction power of 340 Brannan's fifth floor plumbing is equivalent to an asthmatic 6-year old girl sucking through a cocktail straw--it just doesn't do the job. Please, get us the equipment we require.
Yesterday, Potty Blogger came across a fairly typical scenario for fifth floor men's room: "the Easter basket was full of eggs." (Yes, that's a euphemism, but trust me, it's preferable to the stark truth.)
Anyhoo, there is STILL no plunger in the men's room. Potty Blogger had heard a rumor that the plunger had migrated to the fifth floor ladies' room (and really, who could blame it?) So, I asked a female colleague to go on a mission, search it out, and help me return it to its rightful place.
But after a thorough search (they have TWO stalls in there?!) the rogue plunger was nowhere to be found.
Building management, I appeal to you. This is a floor that needs a plunger. The suction power of 340 Brannan's fifth floor plumbing is equivalent to an asthmatic 6-year old girl sucking through a cocktail straw--it just doesn't do the job. Please, get us the equipment we require.
Monday, April 7, 2008
Venting about the venting
Notice a new sound in fifth floor men's room? That is the sound of the air fan working.
New? Yes. Apparently, rumor has it that during a recent visit from the building's HVAC specialist, he realized that the vent in fifth floor men's room had never been connected.
This explains A LOT.
It is now connected and operational. Potty blogger doubts this means an end to all orange and red alerts, but is hopeful that it will reduce the number.
New? Yes. Apparently, rumor has it that during a recent visit from the building's HVAC specialist, he realized that the vent in fifth floor men's room had never been connected.
This explains A LOT.
It is now connected and operational. Potty blogger doubts this means an end to all orange and red alerts, but is hopeful that it will reduce the number.
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Bathroom miracle
The following post is from one this blog's lady correpondents:
I saw a rainbow yesterday morning. And while it's not as exciting as seeing Jesus' face in a pepperoni pizza, the fact that this rainbow was in the fifth floor women’s room--that’s right, the WOMEN'S ROOM--qualifies it as a minor miracle.
What made it especially meaningful was that the rainbow led directly to the newly purchased can of Lysol Disinfectant Spray (Professional Strength, of course) now situated in the "small stall."
I know that sometimes God works in mysterious ways; this time, I think he's being a little more direct.
I saw a rainbow yesterday morning. And while it's not as exciting as seeing Jesus' face in a pepperoni pizza, the fact that this rainbow was in the fifth floor women’s room--that’s right, the WOMEN'S ROOM--qualifies it as a minor miracle.
What made it especially meaningful was that the rainbow led directly to the newly purchased can of Lysol Disinfectant Spray (Professional Strength, of course) now situated in the "small stall."
I know that sometimes God works in mysterious ways; this time, I think he's being a little more direct.
Too much Easter candy
This has been a tough week, smell-wise, for fifth floor men's room.
On Monday, someone dropped a "three-senses bomb." (Named so because it assaulted three of the five senses.)
And, in an unfortunate coincidence, it was the same day that we ran out of Glade Air Infusions - Refreshing Springs. The offender could have maybe sought out a match or something...but no.
Crimes committed in fifth floor men's room fall into two categories. An "orange alert" is a crime that affects only the patrons of fifth floor men's room. A "red alert" is a crime that impacts visitors to the fifth floor as soon as the elevator doors open. Monday was a "red alert" day.
(Just FYI, a "double red" is an incident that affects multiple floors.)
Then yesterday, Wednesday, it seems that the offender hand not yet finished all the candy in his Easter basket, because he struck again. But after Monday's attack, potty blogger made sure the bathroom was stocked with Professional Strength Lysol (a hospital disinfectant-deodorant.) That was the difference between an "orange" and a "red" incident.
We must be vigilant, men. Take care of yourself. Eat well.
On Monday, someone dropped a "three-senses bomb." (Named so because it assaulted three of the five senses.)
And, in an unfortunate coincidence, it was the same day that we ran out of Glade Air Infusions - Refreshing Springs. The offender could have maybe sought out a match or something...but no.
Crimes committed in fifth floor men's room fall into two categories. An "orange alert" is a crime that affects only the patrons of fifth floor men's room. A "red alert" is a crime that impacts visitors to the fifth floor as soon as the elevator doors open. Monday was a "red alert" day.
(Just FYI, a "double red" is an incident that affects multiple floors.)
Then yesterday, Wednesday, it seems that the offender hand not yet finished all the candy in his Easter basket, because he struck again. But after Monday's attack, potty blogger made sure the bathroom was stocked with Professional Strength Lysol (a hospital disinfectant-deodorant.) That was the difference between an "orange" and a "red" incident.
We must be vigilant, men. Take care of yourself. Eat well.
Friday, March 21, 2008
Limit your time in the saddle
A good reminder to all users of fifth floor men's room: limit your time in the saddle to under two years.
The memo comes down
About two weeks ago now, somebody finally took down the original potty blogger memo.
Frankly, it was time. I mean, a piece of paper taped to a wall next to a men's toilet really shouldn't be left there for four months. In some ways, the fact that it WAS pulled down is a testament to the strides that we, the users of the fifth floor men's room, have made since November.
Back in November, somebody probably could have left a decomposing body in the fifth floor men's room and nobody would have blinked. (Given some of the "work" guys were doing in there back then, I'm not sure anybody would have noticed.)
But we have banded together and demanded a higher standard of cleanliness. This is progress. I salute you, fellow users.
Frankly, it was time. I mean, a piece of paper taped to a wall next to a men's toilet really shouldn't be left there for four months. In some ways, the fact that it WAS pulled down is a testament to the strides that we, the users of the fifth floor men's room, have made since November.
Back in November, somebody probably could have left a decomposing body in the fifth floor men's room and nobody would have blinked. (Given some of the "work" guys were doing in there back then, I'm not sure anybody would have noticed.)
But we have banded together and demanded a higher standard of cleanliness. This is progress. I salute you, fellow users.
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