Wednesday, September 17, 2008


I finally went to visit Rophone at work today. Considering that he has been there for a year and a half, it was long overdue. I was in the neighborhood getting my hair cut, so I figured the boys and I might as well stop by for a tour.

In my mind I had always pictured Rophone's workplace as one with a lot of windows and light... you know, pleasant. In reality, he works in a windowless studio, reached by windowless, hospital-like corridors. The recycled air makes it feel as though he is toiling away while traveling on some behemoth airplane to nowhere. Being the natural light loving outdoor girl that I am, I couldn't take it, and now feel bad knowing where I am sending Rophone each day.

It is quite the place, though. Huge by anyone's standards, I'd say. I think I was most amazed by the main floor bathroom that I made use of. I almost got lost! I just had to take a count of the number of stalls.....45!! I was tempted to take a total count for the building, but that will have to wait for another time. The poor men only have 10 stalls in their main floor bathroom (the awful bathroom discrimination that men are forced to suffer!).

I was quite dismayed to find that the bathroom stalls all lacked something that I consider necessary for a pleasant public bathroom experience, however.... paper seat covers. Perhaps our leaders are sending us the message that not only are we to be pure in heart, but also pure of bum. 


Anonymous said...

Oh, LQ, I am sure you are very pure of bum. I've never used those paper seat covers (I know, you're horrified!).

t0moo said...


I once had a conversation with someone who grew up in Russia. For some reason, the fact that he slept in the nude came up - he says it's warmer that way. When I mentioned this to another colleague, he said, "There are somethings that I'd rather not know about".

Ditto here. Now that the whole issue has been brougt up here, I'm sure that the faithful readers of this fine blog will walk down the street looking at people and wondering, "Seatcovers or no seatcovers?"

And no, I don't want to know about your sleeping attire.


The Laundry Queen said...

Just crackin' a joke....

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