Failed exhaust fan in the shitter
First company I worked for...my cubicle was right outside the men's loo. There were a couple of guys that would go in there and render the place utterly uninhabitable for man or beast. That was OK when the exhaust fan was working...but when the thing died...oh my fucking god. Dan would go in there, sound like his intestines were exploding and come out with a satisfied smile. Meanwhile the funk would waft out of the shitter and into my cubicle. It was eye watering. After a couple of polite complaints got nowhere, the company happened to put up some sort of lame ass feedback box. I fed-back about the lack of a fan making it fetid and vile in my cubicle. The MD saw each of those feedback things...and 48 hours later the maintenance guy stopped nailing the cute Mexican chick in engineering long enough to come down and fix the fucking fan. As he walked out he kind of snarled at me that it won't be fetid any longer...
( HairyTwatter certified eel and sodium salesman, Sun 5 Sep 2010, 21:57, Reply)