I guess the 8 months I went without posting about The Bathroom at Work was the proverbial calm before the storm.

A storm of piss, that is!
On the toilet seat!!
Even though we have paper toilet seat covers!!!

Assholes, this is a bathroom in an office building. It’s not some bombed out port-o-john at The Gathering of the Juggalos. There’s absolutely no reason for you to hover while you piss. Moreover, if you do end up sprinkling while you’re tinkling, CLEAN UP THAT MOTHER FUCKING SEAT. FUCK.

Oh, and not that you asked—or even cared—but as a shining example of the squeaky wheel getting the oil: the waste bin by the door has been returned. I took a picture for posterity, closure, whatever, but I’m just too worn out to post it now.