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.
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
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.)
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.)
Friday, May 9, 2008
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...
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...
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Welcome, new readers
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.
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 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.
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