Beware the Ladies Bathroom

As in any facility that employs 250+ people, the restrooms become somewhat of a biohazzard by days end. Toxic smells, mysterious smears and splatters, drips on the floor at your feet scream out at you, calling you to beware.

Unfortunately nature has it's way of not caring.

Nature could give a rats ass whether or not you cringe at the sight of the pubic hair that has found itself attached to the toilet seat when you enter the stall. Nor does it care that the person in the next stall has let one rip so loudly your ears are ringing.

Today seems to have been a day where everything has come to a head in the ladies restroom. 2 toilets are out of commission (shit floating in water that is precariously teetering the brink of overflow), a stench that could scare buzzards from a meat wagon, and near cat fights over the 2 remaining 'usable' toilets have left the women on the production floor down right nasty.

I am disgusted.

This by-far outranks the disgust I feel over the dead mosquito that has been stuck to the wall in the last stall for 2 years. In fact, when they painted the bathroom last summer, they painted right over the mosquito carcass.

Lord have mercy on my over worked, under paid, miserable little soul.