Office bathrooms are crazy places. At our current space, the restrooms are located in the main lobby of the office complex and they are shared by every company in the building. Let's talk about the most obvious advantage of this configuration: anonymity. With the bathrooms being outside of our office, there is no way to trace the "culprit" so to speak. This is indeed a comforting feeling! Until our new building is built with the bathrooms inside our offices, we can go about our business with reckless abandon, secure in the feeling that our co-workers will never know who did what where. (Catch my drift?) There are 3 floors to our current office complex and each one has a bathroom. I decided that the first floor restroom was used by WAY too many people. (There would be 5 people in there after lunch...gross.) SO...I began to take the elevator to the third floor to use the restroom there. While my co-workers were dealing with overflowing urinals, wet toilet paper and overcrowding on floor one, I was enjoying the bliss of privacy, tidiness and fresh paper towels that could only be found in the third floor restroom. Oh how jealous people would be if they knew what a nice, clean restroom awaited them on the upper levels of bathroom nirvana!

For months I was very pleased with my ingenious method to achieving restroom seclusion. I had the means to a clean bathroom experience and no one else knew about it. Ahh...now THAT is happiness. Everything was going fine...UNTIL yesterday. All of my plans were foiled by one brief encounter. As the elevator door was opening on the third floor and I began to step out, I was surprised to see a co-worker waiting to enter the elevator...on MY bathroom floor! We exchanged nervous "what's ups" and I stepped out of the elevator while he entered. What was he doing on my bathroom floor! Was he thinking the same thing?! Had my plan been just a dream the entire time?! Was EVERYONE doing the same thing I was?! The possibilities were frightening. I had to think of a new plan and I had to do it quickly. I decided that if EVERYONE was trying to avoid the dirty first floor bathroom by going to the third floor, maybe they would skip the second floor in their haste to get as far as possible from the nastiness on floor one. (Ya' follow me?)

So the second floor it is. I sure hope it's ok in there, because it is my last hope.

I haven't tested my new plan yet, but I'll let you know what happens...
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