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I know I haven’t spoken about my job much other them the men’s room. Primarily that’s due to the fact that I’ve heard of stories were people get fired for smack talking their jobs in blogs. Well I’ve decided to change that trend. My job has recently become even less important to me then it was before. So those few of you who actually read this blog will see more work related crankiness in future postings.
Arrived into work a little early yesterday, which for me is odd so a co-worker asks, “What the hell are you doing here so early?”
My response, “actually the fucking construction was so close my fence this morning I could reach out and touch the guy who woke me up.... apparently no noise in the morning laws in my neighborhood.

Here is the IM conversation that followed… Names changed

Preacher Bob says:
No way
Cranky Monkey says:
Preacher Bob says:
Cranky Monkey says:
And as much as I really did want to reach over and touch the guy... he's just doing his job so I couldn’t blame him.
Preacher Bob says:
I bet if you called the cops or the city they'd stop them from starting so early.
Cranky Monkey says:
It’s ok. I look forward to the foundation and house that will be following, so close to my dining room, that way we can wave at each other, why they shag in the bedroom, and I eat dinner.
Cranky Monkey says:
If they leave the window open I can offer pointers
Cranky Monkey says:
And t…

"Here is one for your dead blog on bathroom crap."

A co-worker who knows I have a large number of bathroom comments on this blog sent this to me.

Edge Designs is a company run by all women - they design office interiors. They recently had an opportunity to
do a project in NYC where the client offered the women of this company a "free hand" in all design aspects.
The client was also a company that was run by all female execs. The result? Well, we all know that men never talk, never look at each other, and never laugh much in the restroom.
The men's room is a serious and quiet place. But now, with the addition of one mural on the wall, let's just say the men's restroom is a place of laughter
and smiles...

Got to Love the Men’s Room

It’s been a while since I last wrote but since no one really reads this blog it’s not like it matters that much…Ok, here’s one back to the men’s room at my office. I go to the men’s room and some guy is in the middle urinal. I use the one to the left. Just as I’m starting up he finishes up and rips a nasty one then goes to wash his hands and leaves. I’m stuck standing there finishing my business while inhaling the nastiness that came out of his ass. On top of that, I swear after leaving the bathroom the smell attached itself to me and I could smell it for at least an hour after.