Its feels so inappropriate posting under those tatas wit my tongue waving an all....lol.....those folks at you job violated you!.....find a story about how nasty they are ad read it out loud.......matter of fact.....read this to them..... quoted from CLCNY:
Omg...thank you for this thread...
I am the only female in an office of 8. On top of that, I am the only Black person.
I don't mean to make this about race, but I've noticed it at other jobs I have been at...
Caucasian people don't seem to like shi*tting at home. I think they fear a toilet monster in their own toilets, safe under their own roofs? Because they hold it in, until they come to work, and then let loose.
Did I mention my desk is near the bathroom?
I thought, Okay...my boss is in his 60's, maybe he can't help going 2-3 times a day, and making the whole office down to the kitchen smell like rotten bologna with hot peanut butter and dead squirrel nuts...but there's this 19-year-old kid who started a few months back, who runs (he's an athlete, so I hear) who goes like 3-4 times a day.
I mean, is that normal? Why the effin' hell would you program your body to sh*t at work? I mean, what if you have to go somewhere for a business meeting, you gonna shi*t there too?
Isn't it embarrasing to subject the office to your doodoo butter stinks? Don't you feel nasty? Cuz if you don't, you should. If I can program my body to hold my dooks until early in the morning before work, and in the early evening after work, so can they!
I don't care who agrees/disagrees/gets offended--it's nasty, and you SHOULD be shamed. No one is bustin' their butt to get to work to smell your dookie.
And if this isn't just a Caucasian thing, I wouldn't know--I've never worked in an office with Black/Hispanic/Native American/Asian people who sh*t there before, and all the people of other races that I know of come straight out and TELL me they don't go at work, unless they have an emergency (i.e. Taco Bell for lunch...don't ever do that, ya'll...not fun...
On top of alllllllll that, my boss doesn't wash his hands after he's done. Then he goes in back to the kitchen, plunges his hands down the pretzel jar, swishes it around, like he's cleaning his hands with the pretzel salt, then he wonders why no one else is eating the pretzels....
I have to hold myself back from screaming, "BECAUSE THEY AIN'T PREZTZELS NO MORE, NOW THEY SH*TZELS!"
Edited by CLCNY20 - Yesterday at 3:25pm