We have two bathrooms for the staff. Both of them are large and handicapped accessible. They are right next to each other, up the stairs by the vending machines and the human resources office. The ladies room is a nice dusty rose color, and I think I even saw some hand lotion and pretty soap when I walked by one day. Of course, the men's bathroom is less tidy, I'll just leave it at that...
I have worked in places with bathrooms that the bubonic plague would be ashamed to breed in. One place I remember did not have doors on the stalls. Not only that, but there was this one guy who would always stop and talk to you while you were there. It's not that he was a pervert, or liked making people feel uncomfortable. He was just oblivious to social boundaries, and fancied himself some sort of roving philosopher looking for a captive audience.
The reason I like the bathroom is that its like some little zen paradise. It's away from the call floor, and the memos and the stupidity. Sometimes, if I am really losing it, I turn off the light and just sit there for 4 or 5 minutes in total darkness. The only light I see is the flashing red LED on the automatic air freshener system, the only sound is the hiss of baby powder scent cleansing the atmosphere.
When I go in there, and lock the door, I can't hear Larry screaming, I can't hear that buzz of conversation like so many hopeless drones in a hive producing money for the queen corporation in another state.
There is one place in my world that is quiet and peaceful, though it's still kind of smelly...
Thanks for reading,
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