My Office Upholds the Dudebro Principle
So I work in a pretty good office. I like my co-workers pretty much and I like my job. However, we share our floor with a really REALLY bitchy fashion lady who could have totally walked right out of The Devil Wears Prada. She has called all the animators "crackheads" because we plugged in our electric kettle when the refrigerator was broken (thought it was going to start another fire), yells at us all the time about washing the dishes (I do wash my dishes, but a few times I let them soak overnight so the sauce would come off) and talks incessantly about who she hates over lunch. She posted this over the toilet today. Passive aggressive much?
Howard took a picture and sent it out, warning us to wipe up the pee. (For the record, it wasn't me.)
We were annoyed, but a "creative explosion" occurred soon after.
Stay tuned for more.
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Okay, bitch, I pee'd on the seat. What are you going to do about it? I'll tell you what you're going to do: clean it up. Because you need to pee. Thats right; clean my pee! Muahahahaha
The "muahahaha" is purely optional.
Also, ewwwwwww.
I should watch Odoru Daisousasen again.
Or, perhaps they feel a kinship with Ozymandias, leaving their mark for others to look upon.
All of this is beside the fact that stool provides a decent indicator of general health. Everyone should at least cursorily glance at their work, lest they miss a sudden spat of blood, bile, or other baleful indicators.
Someone should have peed on the note.
And this is a microbiology lab we're talking about here. Scientists. People who should know better.