A dump.....
No matter what time of day, or which of the three floors or buildings I choose to go to, I can fucking guarantee that within 2 mins of me taking a seat in my cubicle of choice and passing the point of no return, the loo door will open and a female voice will shout "Anyone in 'ere?"

So then I'm all put off and feel obliged to halt the download (so to speak) as I know she's just waiting outside with her little rope across the door to stop anyone else coming in. I always end up doing a sort of bog related walk of shame......I swear they bloody follow me around just waiting for me to commit.
(repooc, Sun 27 Jun 2010, 19:28, 7 replies)

do you work
In hertfordshire?
(aeloen, Mon 28 Jun 2010, 8:01, closed)

No...
Why is it a particular problem there?
(repooc, Mon 28 Jun 2010, 20:02, closed)

yes..
Well it is here anyway. You could have been describing one of my 5 a day..
(aeloen, Tue 29 Jun 2010, 9:47, closed)

I'm getting over my poo at work problems.
I used to struggle if there was somebody else in another cubicle or having a piss. These days, I am happy to go while there are other people there, but I wait until the coast is clear before leaving the cubicle. What really bugs me now is the number of blokes going for a piss, washing their hands and then just standing there preening themselves in the mirror!! They're delaying my work-poo-escape!! Still, it does add a couple of extra minutes on the 'how much was I just paid for pooing' calculation!
( more balanced than jeremy beadle It wasn't me..., Mon 28 Jun 2010, 12:37, closed)

I would love to have your problem
In my office we have a single toilet behind a very thin wall. That would not be a problem in itself, but the coffee machine is located right next to it. This means that there is always a person that not only have seen you enter the toilet, but can hear everything...
(Km, Mon 28 Jun 2010, 18:35, closed)

That's harsh...
Does that mean the cute receptionist (to pick a random example) can hear you straining away?
(repooc, Mon 28 Jun 2010, 20:05, closed)

I discovered, having just done a series of very loud farts
followed by a bit of a post heavy night splatter crap, that the air conditioning vent above one of the cubicles is directly connected to one of the meeting rooms used by the 'big boss' at work. Having emptied my load and let out a groan of relief, I realised that I could hear every word being said in that room, and could even recognise the individual voices. I just really hope that I don't make distinctive pooing noises as they would probably have heard everything!!
( more balanced than jeremy beadle It wasn't me..., Mon 28 Jun 2010, 22:48, closed)