put matches in the powder room at workplace.

Honey? On your face?

Oh my god. You crack me up.

This post left me laughing hysterically, and my husband slightly disturbed. In short? You are awesome.

I want to print this out, frame it and hang it in my workplace bathroom.

I am weak with laughter.

Oh my god I did not realize that there were others with the same MORTAL FEAR of leaving a bathroom that smelled before you got in it and having someone think that it was YOUR ass that left it like that. I recount my own similar experience here. It’s not as well-written as yours, but the message is the same: At all costs, for the love of god, wait until you get home to shit.

Ha! I love that David Sedaris essay, but I always wondered why he didn’t just walk immediately out and yell “EW! WHOSE NASTY TURD IS THIS?” because that is what I usually do, classy dame that I am.

Also, did you know that they make these cardboard glossy signs that come in a book which affixes itself to the sign of your car, and it contains several useful phrases, like “GET OFF YOUR PHONE” and “YOUR LEFT TURN SIGNAL HAS BEEN ON FOR A MILE, DUMBASS” (or something like that). My brother had it a couple years ago, but I can’t remember who makes it, only that it exists in the world.

Oops — I meant the side of your car, silly me. Guess I got a little too excited over the idea of talking shit to strangers.

I want those signs too. Lots of them. All of them. I’m less embarrassing to myself when I can write instead of speak.

Firstly: I especially don’t want to be haunted by its girth, and find myself idly wondering just how much fiber a person has to consume in order to produce such a kielbasa-sized cylinder of horror. HAHAHAHAHAHA! Also: I’ll never eat kielbasa again.

Secondly: What skin type are you? Oily? Dry? Combination? Inquiring minds want to know.

someone at my workplace pooped on the floor. and it wasn’t solid. EW!

Just plain old, regular grocery store honey?

Just curious where you got the idea to wash your face with honey. It’s not the first thing I think of when it comes to skin care, but I’ll usually try anything recommended by someone with fabulous skin, such as yourself.

Oh, and that part about the shit? Too funny; and I totally agree. Who poops at work anyway? Ew.

You crack me up every time I read your stuff. I was just at a huge fabric warehouse that was having a terrific sale and I, of course, had to use their bathroom. It was a man/woman one and a man came out of there as I was going in. ICK. I felt just like you – I certainly hoped that the lady going in after me didn’t think that I left behind that horrible smell. It was just disgusting.

Also, I’ll have to try the honey. Believe it or not, my best friend’s husband actually has bee hives and I can get plenty of the sticky stuff for free. Honey, I mean.

If it’s the LADIES ROOM why don’t people act like LADIES and flush? I have habit of using too much TP and my BF pokes fun at me for it. He says he can always hear the TP WHIZZZZING off the roll when I’m in there. I say better too much than not enough. But as a result I am always clogging toilets. But I plunge it. It’s the decent thing to do.

Speaking of cold medicine, I was at the market last month buying cold medicine for the first time in five years. My cold was THAT BAD. I guess I was taking a long time picking out the medicine because there was a teenager in the aisle and she started talking shit in that loud, passive-agressive I’m not talking to anyone, BUT I’M REALLY TALKING TO YOU style saying how it’s teenagers like ME abusing cold medicine that ruin it for everyone else trying to buy medicine. I had at least 10 years on her. I was pissed, but I also felt kinda good, like when I’m carded for booze.

My issue it with hairs. Seriously, the women in my office must totally shed public hair all over the place. It’s disgusting and disturbing. I also hate people who insist on using those stupid toilet condoms and then leave them on the seat. So they’re too good to just sit on the seat (or worse, pee ON IT), but I’m good enough to pick up their toilet napkin? Grody.

“public hair”…snicker.

This was some funny shit! Ha ha! I love good bathroom humor!

Tell us more about the honey…

I was wondering if you had read Big Boy! Hysterically funny. But really no funnier than “kielbasa-sized cylinder of horror”. Chick, you got a way with words.

David Sedaris and people who call ’em like they see ’em. What a treat this past has been! At my office I think the plumbing that travels from our white bowl must be a series of narrow right angles, the shit, literally, doesn’t flush. I pump milk twice a day, so let me tell you, I have taken my pump and my engorged breasts and driven around the corner in sub zero temps to avoid pumping in the presence of such foul putrification who’s provenance was someone else’s ass. I simply cannot create food for my child under those circumstances, but seriously, 10 below and sticking a nipple in a plastic cone. Bull shit.

Honey is super good for you. Super good! I think my facial cleanser from Burt’s Bees has honey in it. Or maybe the conditioner. Maybe I use way too many Burt’s Bees products. But! Honey! Yay. I had a friend in college who made her own facial scrubs with yummy things like sugar and honey and fruit and avocados. Mmm.

I agree with a couple of other posters: take your dumps at home. Period. No matter how bad I have to pee, I will turn right around and leave if I see what you saw. I’m the one at work that people gripe at about bathroom conditions, and I hate it. Too bad, I ain’t goin’ in!

First time commentor, but avid reader…At my part-time place of employment there is a shared bathroom, which I hardly ever use, and they put up a sign urging everyone to “Please make sure your transaction is complete before exiting the bathroon.” Maybe that could help at your place. Hilarious post, one of the funniest I have read in a while.

While I agree wholeheartedly with your comments on basic bathroom etiquette, I’m so glad I did not read this while eating.

OH, My God, it’s nice to find someone else (and apparently others as well) who have those lovely, comforting, shared experiences. I thought I was the only one who felt defensive and, like, should I say something? or just ignore it? when I walked out from a stinky afterglow and someone else walked in. Let’s just channel Jim Carrey and shriek at them not to go in there!!!

Holy crap (no pun intended)! I have a terrible experience like that too!

During my big important internship at the place that I’ll be working full-time next year, my team and I traveled to middle-of-nowhere midwest. We were eating in this Arby’s and I made the mistake of trying to flush someone else’s filthy calling card…and it backed up and started to overflow. I finally found the knob to turn the water off, but by then the water had overflowed and some of the YOU-KNOW-WHAT had reached the floor. Next to my shoe. And my pant leg, which was touching the water. I gagged and ran out and told the chick at the counter, who proceeded to yell at me for not jiggling the handle first. I managed to usher my coworkers out before they were aware of what happened.

I lived briefly in the mountains of El Salvador and the toilets were man operated, you dumped a bucket of fresh water in after you “went” and that caused the toilet to flush, sometimes it didn’t work so well and you did not want to waste water so we all got used to the idea of seeing floaters, we even held a kind of “Turd Olympics” to see who the best “swimmers” were. That is a rare thing to share with strangers, but we had no TV and no Bar.
I have seen some scary public toilets in my time, ones where the idea of even pulling down your pants is inconcievable, but that was nothing compared to the crack pipe and torch I once found in my office toilet.

Here’s something my mom taught me: If you want to make your honey face-wash a scrub, you can add brown sugar to it. Mix up a batch on the stove in a sauce pan over low heat so that you can warm up the honey enough to allow you mix the brown sugar in (but you don’t want it to be so hot that it is boiling). Store it in a container and let it cool before trying to use a glob of it on your face. It may be a little harder in consistency than just honey alone, but as you rub it into your face, your body heat warms it so it spreads easily. The brown sugar granules make for a nice scrub. And it is WW friendly because it is really damn hard to lick your own face even though it smells divine.

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I SOOOOOOOO want it. The second I saw it Nate was in bed and I had to wake him up to show him it, I was so amused. I swear one of these days I will get around to buying it!

I got nothing for you regarding the floaters. Regarding the smell though…my colleague introduced me to a product she swears by. She gets it at the Asian grocery…something called “One Drop”. You put one drop in the toilet before you do your business, and there is no residual odor nasty. It sounds goofy, but actually works. Maybe purchase a bottle for your office and leave it on the back of the stool?

At my last workplace (a hospital) there was a women’s bathroom on the first floor that smelled so bad continually that the smell would seep out the door and the office workers would complain about it. Apparently, that bathroom was discussed in the managers meetings, the smell was so horrific.

I don’t know what went down in that bathroom every day (well, I can guess) but it smelled like death. I would use the bathroom on another floor because I didn’t want anyone to think that I produced that smell.

PS, if someone walks in as I walk out and it smells awful because of someone before me, I say to them “It smells awful in there.” Like I am as offended as they are. They totally think it was me, don’t they.

There must be a special place in hell for people who don’t flush their own feces.

Or a hole out back they can use.

Here’s what my sign would say: Contrary to the mythical opinion that women don’t shit, but if they do their shit must smell like Prada, they actually do and no they absolutely don’t. On behalf of the rest of us who can face the truth, Please Flush Yours.

i blew the syntax in that sentence but you get my drift.

straight up honey? really? please email me and tell me the truth, because i have been breaking out hardcore. i would greatly appreciate it as i am a loyal reader, and i know i have a password protected myspace, but i love your blog and greatly value your opinions. :)

I’ll try the honey wash. The rest of the post was really funny, except it is upsetting for those of us who have a son who regularly produces Turdzillas which the next person sometimes has to deal with, eeew. He also denies that it was his, despite the fact that nobody else in the family has this ability to produce monster poo.One day, I swear, I’m going to stick a little paper flag in it, bearing his name and address, so that the sewage plant people can trace him, and give him an award for producing the largest poo in the land.

The best is a year or two ago when everyone in my house was sick and I tried to buy infant cold medicine, children’s cold medicine and adult cold medicine. I was denied. They only let me buy two so I had to prioritize who was the sickest. Totally ridiculous.

So, I am intrigued by this whole honey thing, but all I can think is, “Isn’t that sticky? Wouldn’t you need to use scalding hot water to really get it rinsed off? And then wash your face again because, you know, sticky?”

That’s some funny shit!

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I am dealing with the same exact issue at my office…there is one stall in the ladies’ room that has a slightly touchy flush lever (you have to push it down a little harder, is all). Well, someone who takes her um, ‘daily constitutional’ in that stall apparently hasn’t figured that out and she must wander off before making sure the “transaction is complete.” Therefore every day when I am frantic to pee, I scurry around the corner and am assaulted by the floater. Monday I finally posted a sign in that stall:

“For the love of all that is good and holy, would the person who uses this stall for her ‘daily constitutional’ please make sure it gets flushed! I know this toilet flushes a little harder than the others, but seriously! FLUSH YOUR POOP, LADY.” The sign had a picture of the Snuggle bear on the crapper, too. Several officemates have thanked me for putting it up, as there have been no unflushed poop sightings since.

I wasn’t afraid of ghosts before, but I’m terrified of yours.

Oh my god. This post cracked me up! We can all relate to that.

I was quite impressed how you took the post from shit to honey. Smooth.

OMG you are so so funny. Kielbasa-sized cylinder of horror! Haaaaaa! But how lucky am I, people: where I work the potties automatically flush once you stand up (or even, annoyingly, if you need to shift around a bit for anything). It’s to the point where I think places are cheap if they don’t have that perk.

I don’t think I’ve ever commented here (of course it would take a poo post to get me to put both hands on the keyboard to type, instead of slouching with just one hand on the mouse). But for the record I think you are awesome and look forward to reading your post every day. And I love your photographs, too!

Right on the money. What bothers me even more is when a turd is in the bowl with no toilet paper! C’mon people didn’t your parents teach you how to wipe? What are you, a dog? That means there’s someone around the office with nasty ass. Lord knows if they even bother to wash their hands.

I started to dry heeve at keilbasa…but thank you for this treatise on taking care of business in Workplace. Your candor is always admirable and amazing.

Dude, isn’t honey bee butt juice? Just sayin’…

Honey is made in the honeysacks on each of the bees six little black insecty legs. The pollen mixes with an enzyme that the be secrets from inside these leg pouches.

And then you fools eat it or rub it on your face.

I refuse to eat anything that is a biproduct of a bug.

And have you ever noticed how the handicapped stalls are always worse. Are handicapped people especially messy shitters, or are other people out there messing up their stalls just to give them a bad name.

No way, pooping at work is wonderful! Leave no trace, of course, and only in a one-person bathroom. But I’m definitely not gonna sit all day with fidgety butt and a pinched constipated look on my face. Oh, hell no. But people who don’t flush–that, I just…what? Who DOES that? And yes, I also fear the pre-stink, though my officemates are excellent at the actual flushing part, thankfully!