Last year I identified a workplace poop toilet for myself. It’s in the next building over. It’s a single toilet. A men’s toilet. It’s outside a large office in which only women work. So this toilet is always unused. Always clean. Always private. If I (rarely ever) need to poop at work, this is where I go.
Today I was on my way and a work acquaintance intercepted me. Every turn I took, he seemed to be going the same way and was telling me about his mother’s fractured hip along the way. I had to walk twice as far beyond where I intended and finally shook him with a bogus excuse for needing to go to some unrelated department; and then had to check around corners while I double back.
I’ve made it though. Just wanted to update you all about this while I’m on the throne.
For the longest time, there were two tenants - both with an all-female staff - on a floor in my building. It was incredible.
Then the floor filled up and I’d be lying to say it wasn’t part of my reason for going full time WFH.
The team I work with is 13 women, an other guy and me. There is zero bullshit to deal with, it’s great. It does really put it in perspective. Every other workplace I was a part of, it always seemed to be other men that were hard to work with, never women.
Maybe I just got lucky but I’m going to attribute it to the gender ratio. Although the type of work might have something to do with it, the other places were more blue collar.