I have taken to, at work, using the upstairs toilet. A much safer haven than the dingy downstairs debacle of a throne. Being slinged up means everything generally takes twice as long, as well as having countless embarrassing opportunities presenting themselves while I try and relieve myself one handedly. Why risk it? Why leave myself vulnerable to attack? The safe sanctuary of the Director's bathroom (for any American readers) give freedom to relax, peace to use my phone, and time to contemplate the deeper meanings and complex issues that hit me head on daily.
Sorry if this post is particularly uncouth, I just love that picture!
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