I said I had a couple.
Ewww!!!!!

As I mentioned in my other post I was one of two men working in a facility with nearly two dozen women. Aged from "uni student teens" to "probably should be retired by now". Many of them being really lovely ladies who were really good at their jobs and were absolute sticklers for hygiene and cleanliness. And many who still menstruated.
"Why do you include that particular fact, ringo?" I hear you ask. Well, be patient my dear reader and you'll be sure to find out.

When I started at this site there were two toilets, 1 was used by the ladies who worked there specifically and the other was a "Public Toilet" used also by us blokes. Sounds horribly sexist I know but since the "Ladies" was much bigger, had a shower and was doubly lockable (a slide bolt as well as a door lock compared to our simple door lock) what was I going to whinge about?

When we got a new manager she decided that the larger loo should be for the residents (what with all it's assisted living bar-work) and all of the staff should use the much smaller public lavatory. Seeing as I was the only bloke on staff then I agreed very quickly and decided that I'd have to time my post lunch shit to not coincide with the the ladies toilet needs - what can I say, I'm a sensitive fellow not a Phantom Shitter.
A new addition to the new-old blokes loo was a tampon bin - you know the narrow rectangular plastic bins with the one-way lid that ladies put their "soaked in menstrual blood" pad or tampons in. Once every couple of weeks someone from a "hygiene company" turns up to replace them with clean ones. A bit like water deliveries. Only most of the ladies don't like to watch the bulging muscles of the butch-dyke lady that did the pickups and dropoffs for them in the same way they liked to watch the young, Mediterranean adonis who delivered the water.
Anyhoo.
One day I entered the toilet and just prior to siphoning the python I noted a bloody tampon that had been left in the bowl. Leeching its ova bearing blood into the water of the bowl as the tampon slowly expanded to fill the pipe width. I donned a pair of gloves and placed the offending tampon in the correct receptacle.
I bought it up at the next staff meeting as politely as I could. I mentioned that since our enforced sharing of dunnies I always put the lid down, and the that I always cleaned up any mess. Yet there was someone who didn't realise that there was a container in the toilet specifically for women's hygiene products and was putting them in the toilet.

Not surprisingly no one put their hand up for the crime.
Then our new manager found a "floater" a few weeks later. Later that week at our staff meeting it was raised again. Our new manager mentioned that the issue had been raised before and then pointed out that she herself had experienced it. She asked whoever it was to make sure they wrap their tampons and pads in toilet paper and place them inside the bins provided. She asked if anyone had anything to say or any questions.
I put my hand up and said -
"It wasn't me."
The culprit was never found and she even managed to strike again about a month later.
(s0ckpuppet logging out to reply to you if you're not careful, Sat 7 Sep 2013, 11:27, 1 reply)

Well
It would be around a month...
(andythepieman Is surfing the waves of indifference on, Mon 9 Sep 2013, 12:09, closed)