Pooping at work

Just go in, do it, take care of business and leave. No need to over analyze the situation.

But you don't understand, it'is pooping it is full of complexities!

IDK why but there is nothing that people are more OCD about than pooping.

Where I work, there's always that one guy who is pooping the stall that insists on talking on his cell phone. some guy was in there grunting and carrying on but still managed to complain to his mechanic about his car repairs. I mean, can't it wait! lol.

Re: work bathrooms there is one thing that bugs me more than phone conversations... toilet seat covers.

I appreciate toilet seat covers, especially after traveling and going to places without them.

But why are toilet seat covers only made to cover 70% of the toilet? I don't get it. Toilets are standard sized. It's not like they surprised the manufacturers and came up with an entirely new size.

But still...you end up laying a toilet seat cover horizontally and vertically every time.

All those lost productivity hours pooping on company time for shame

Pooping at work is WAY better than pooping at home because of the awesome power flushing that goes on. Every place I have ever worked has the high-power, high-flow toilet that sucks it all down in one go. At home, with most places going to low-flow toilets, it's nerve-wracking watch the water level rise and rise. Then you start praying to the toilet gods please, please, please don't get backed up. Work toilet? WHOOSH it's gone.

I can't understand when someone only does it at home, what DO YOU DO when it starts popping it's head out?.

I mean, when I's got to go, I's got to go, you know?

If the toilets have other people around I just do a little landing pad of tissue in the bowl first & my offerings land softly & soundlessly onto that. If I'm alone, I just let it plop.

I worried the first few days of working in an office long ago, then walked by the bathroom and heard world war 3...last time i ever cared.

Sometimes I hear a guy working really hard, grunting, groaning and you know he's pushing so hard there's veins popping, I hear all kinds of anal explosions and the place reeks...I often have high hopes that he produced enough in the end to make it all worth while. Sometimes when they finally flush, I just want to stand up and applaud all the hard work.

Yes! This thread lives!

Imagine if you will, a men's room that is connected to the men's locker room which is connected to the small workout area. Now imagine that the end stall, or handicap stall if you will, is the destination you have chosen to take care of your business. As you sit there, you occasionally glance down at your phone...twitter, facebook, MFP, games, or whatever, and occasionally glance up inadvertently because you hear a conversation or someone walking in.

Now...imagine if you will, sitting there doing your business. You hear conversations going on, you glance up and notice that the space between the stall wall and the stall door looks as thought its a foot wide. This, of course is your imagination, but when you're doing your business behind closed doors, you really don't want people walking over to get a paper towel from the wall to be able to glance in on your moment of "openness".

Now that I have set the scene, I would like to take you on a small little moment of my life, a horrifying moment if you will, a moment that is etched forever in my mind. I'm sitting there, minding my own business, playing a quick game of something or other on my phone when I hear voices. I causally look up and notice the space between the stall wall and stall door, through it I can see the door to the men's locker room. I don't really pay much attention, even if the door opens you can't see into that room. I halfway listen to the conversation to see if it's anything worth hearing, then I realize it's not, I go back to my game. Just as I start back into swiping this way and tapping that way, I hear the door to the locker room open, I don't look up immediately...at least not until I hear someone start removing paper towels from the dispenser right in front of me.

What happens next, well, let's just say...was something I totally never expected. I hear someone taking a few paper towels from the dispenser, all the while, carrying on a conversation with other guys in the bathroom. I remember thinking, there is no talking in the men's room...it's a rule! I glance up from my game, and there he is, standing there in nothing but a towel, pulling out paper towel's from the dispenser for whatever reason, carrying on a conversation like he's out in the hallway or in a board room.

He's in nothing but a towel. Nothing. but. a. towel.

Now, you're thinking, "So? He's wearing a towel. What's the big deal?"

The towel...

was...

on his head...drying his hair.

ON. HIS. HEAD!!

NOTHING. BUT. A. TOWEL. Not 2 towels. 1 towel. 1 towel that is currently being used on his head.

Now...he's standing right there, at the paper towel dispenser which is RIGHT in front of what seems like a mile wide space.

Keep in mind, I'm sitting down doing my business. He's standing up.

Are ya catching on?