Comments on: Mario’s response: “Mamma Mia! I’m a plumber, not a janitor!”

By: Patrick

Patrick — Sun, 06 Mar 2011 04:09:33 +0000

Heh, I live in Lexington. Kinda curious what building this is, now.

By: Jesse

Jesse — Sun, 27 Feb 2011 00:22:15 +0000

Could you imagine how it would be if THX Sandra worked there? She’d probably have a fit knowing that a man was cleaning up the place where the ladies were doing the things that were special to the ladies in there.

By: n'art

n'art — Fri, 25 Feb 2011 23:25:37 +0000

aaa, I get what you’re saying. Usually I’d not get mad or tell these note-writers what to do. But my father was a custodian, so when I see him, or anyone else in that profession, treated like an untouchable, it sort of frustrates me.

By: liddy

liddy — Fri, 25 Feb 2011 12:26:51 +0000

wow, where can I apply for this job? I could meet pretty much all those qualifications.

By: The Elf

The Elf — Thu, 24 Feb 2011 17:17:59 +0000

The ladies room is for “women” and we do not like knowing that you are in the space where we do our private business and things that are very private to ladies. See Casey in Human Resources for more Toilet Paper.

THX,

Sandra

By: Clumber

Clumber — Thu, 24 Feb 2011 15:26:22 +0000

Frederick Axil – Sex Therapist and Probation Officer, new episode TONIGHT on FX!

‘Glo, the rule in our household is only slightly more pedantic. *IF* the roll, once you have used your “catcher’s mitt” for the current performance, looks like it could only have 1 more inning left, then you have to grab a new roll from under the sink and place it on the window sill nearest the toilet. This was enacted b/c my beloved spouse’s idea of an empty roll is not the same as mine. If she leaves 2 squares, it isn’t empty yet. IMHO if it isn’t enough to encircle your hand once, it is empty. The nearest cabinet to store new rolls in is not within reach from the commode, you see.

By: babes of the 3rd floor

babes of the 3rd floor — Thu, 24 Feb 2011 13:43:16 +0000

As the authors of the note, we just want to clarify something. We were fine with running out of toilet paper when we had hand towels, it is only that being without BOTH is ruining our pants…

By: DLo

DLo — Thu, 24 Feb 2011 12:46:09 +0000

So, she stormed back to her desk, pulled up Word (after posting how really pissed – so to speak- she was at Mario on FB and Twitter), typed her PA note, fiddled with the font, font colors, italicized the red stuff, then borrowed some tape from Sue in the next cubicle, where she undoubtedly griped for 5 minutes about how she’s not taking Mario’s “crap” any more, marched back down the hall, posted her noted, marched back to her desk and fumed for another 10 minutes followed by 15 minutes of indulging in smug satisfaction fantasies because she assumed Mario reads stupid notes posted in the loo. Good thing she doesn’t have any actual WORK to do!

By: JetJackson

JetJackson — Thu, 24 Feb 2011 12:44:52 +0000

Janellionaire, what makes you so sure there wasn’t just 1 Octopus?

By: Canthz_B

Canthz_B — Thu, 24 Feb 2011 08:25:13 +0000

Octopuses, bo-busses, banana-fanna-fo-fusses, fee-fi-mo-musses…Octopuses…

By: Janellionaire

Janellionaire — Thu, 24 Feb 2011 06:55:43 +0000

Octopi.

By: Canthz_B

Canthz_B — Thu, 24 Feb 2011 04:38:36 +0000

LOL, I knew I’d be outnumbered on this issue, but I just have a thing about getting ganged up on by women.
I’m working through it with my sex therapist…and my parole officer…and the local womens basketball team!

By: Canthz_B

Canthz_B — Thu, 24 Feb 2011 04:33:50 +0000

Who knows, all I know is I’ve never said that I was going to the toilet…but I think now I’ll coin the phrase “I’m going to the urinal.”

By: bowloftoast

bowloftoast — Thu, 24 Feb 2011 03:10:24 +0000

Nuki, there comes a time in every young man’s life when a discussion about the birds and the bees is necessary, and in your case, it’s urgent.