The worst thing about work is not your co-workers. Actually, your co-workers are the cherry on the pie. They make it all fancy, bitter sweet and first thing you eat before you continue you on to the good stuff. Why am I talking about pies? I ate too much and I think I need a bucket of sweet fudge so I can complete the digestion.

So, is there anything really good about work? Not really, but with everything bad, there has to be something a lot worse. WAY worse.

Let’s talk about public washrooms. In any work place or any public place, you got to share the washroom with someone else. Where I work it is pretty disgusting and lots of old people use it. I mean old! I would label them as people in the edge of retirement. Moreover, I get grossed out really quickly. I mean real quick that I actually make vomit noises. Not BLAH, but BLAAHHHHHH!!

So what did I do to resolve my public washroom phobia and utter disgust. I picked the last stall in the washroom, and I found a trick to close the door from the outside so it will look like it is out of order. That way no one can use it during the day except me. I know it has been cleaned cause those lazy custodians do open everything and report everything that is out of order. Well, this stall of mine I labeled it with a MONA. Stamped and approved by ME! I hate public washrooms so much, and I had to resolve this problem in any way possible. Even if it means that I got to use the most stealthy, and ruthless methods to do so. It is a solution, and it WORKS just damn fine.