Bathroom reading material..

[Mikey P]

big deal....

Ive got that so beat it's not even funny.

 

[Nomad74]

I wanna hear it.

 

[Mikey P]

I cant put it in print...

 

[Lee Stockwell]

Better than Marty's "the reverend's turd"?

 

[Jim Pemberton]

We'll give you a spot at the platform in Minnesota....

 

[Jim Pemberton]

Better than Marty's "the reverend's turd"?

Good point. Even Mikey can't beat that one...

 

[Hack Attack]

I gave a lot of thought to this conversation.

However anyone feels about specific rules of attire/conduct or even the wording involved, I have found this:

Companies who have a "culture" of teamwork, positive first impressions, and positive internal communication are more easily managed, have employees who stay longer, and have less internal strife. Its not so much the "letter of rules" as it is the atmosphere of mutual respect for each other, and for the customer, that makes them effective.

This is so very much better than the internal memo from a large company I had kept here for awhile that said, in part that "asking customers out on dates, or their children was no longer permissible" and that "have sexual relations with customers on the job would now be grounds for immediate dismissal"

If you have to spell that out, there is an extraordinary bad company culture present, to say the least.

Back when I used to manage staff I used to say if either one of us has to refer to your contract then we've both failed in common sense and communication long ago.

I dont miss having staff..

 

[Mikey P]

Good point. Even Mikey can't beat that one...

Wanna bet?

 

[Jim Pemberton]

Perhaps not, lol

 

[Willy P]

who here has heard my ULTIMATE bathroom debacle story?

I want to hear the reverend's turd again from Marty......

 

[The Great Oz]

Our rules are a lot like Joe's. We expect our guys to use a bathroom somewhere between jobs. Not that hard to find a restaurant around here.


Best bathroom stories???

A cleaning tech, let's call him Bryce (since that's his name) felt the pressure of sudden purge while in the basement finishing his walk-through with a customer. She said she was leaving and asked him to lock up. He remembered seeing a bathroom next to the laundry room and waited for her leave. After what seemed like 15 minutes he finally heard the car back down the driveway.

He ran to the bathroom and let go. Gradually recovering, he noticed that the toilet paper was a stupid long way from the toilet, then noticed the toilet plumbing was over by the toilet paper, and then noticed his feet were in his own personal sewer damage.

 

[Jim Pemberton]

let's call him Bryce (since that's his name)

...for whatever reason, that's the funniest part of this story.

 

[Desk Jockey]

The Reverend's turd
Posted By Martin Sutley on 5/29/2001 at 11:49 PM

I have been working on installing a wood floor for a Dr. Reverend Baptist Preacher this week. I got the bathroom done yesterday but couldn't get the toilet back in because the bolts were not long enough to compensate for the raised height of the toilet.

Last thing I told the "good" reverend before leaving yesterday was that I would get some longer bolts and install the toilet this morning AND to have his freezer unloaded today so I could move it out to finish in the laundry room

Upon arrival this morning, I immediately proceeded to the bathroom so I could remove the toilet and install the new bolts. (the toilet was merely left sitting in place yesterday with no water hooked up.) When I pulled the toilet up off the floor, out gushed about a gallon of brown water onto the floor and my shoes! I cussed and fussed, but continued to move out the door with the toilet (and my wet shoes).

I was about halfway out the door when I heard a large SPLAT! I froze in place praying I didn't hear what I thought I heard. Sure enough, I looked down and between my shoes is a rather large and slimy TURD! I look around me and the bathroom and halfway down the hall is covered with brown water!

I immediately hurry out the door and into the garage with the toilet. Then hurry back and raid HIS linen closet for his BEST towels. I sling about 8 of these down onto the floor, swirl them about and kick them out into the garage.

After completely soaking a dozen or so of his towels in brown water (and sopping up the turd in one), I make sure the towels are ALL kicked into a pile right at the back door.

Satisfied that I have cleaned enough so that I can keep working, and have deposited the stinking towel in the best place to annoy him upon his return, I then proceed to go about moving the freezer.

Guess what ... the idiot hadn't emptied the freezer!
Seems all he bothered to empty was his bowels!

 

[Jim Pemberton]

The Reverend's turd
Posted By Martin Sutley on 5/29/2001 at 11:49 PM

I have been working on installing a wood floor for a Dr. Reverend Baptist Preacher this week. I got the bathroom done yesterday but couldn't get the toilet back in because the bolts were not long enough to compensate for the raised height of the toilet.
Last thing I told the "good" reverend before leaving yesterday was that I would get some longer bolts and install the toilet this morning AND to have his freezer unloaded today so I could move it out to finish in the laundry room
Upon arrival this morning, I immediately proceeded to the bathroom so I could remove the toilet and install the new bolts. (the toilet was merely left sitting in place yesterday with no water hooked up.) When I pulled the toilet up off the floor, out gushed about a gallon of brown water onto the floor and my shoes! I cussed and fussed, but continued to move out the door with the toilet (and my wet shoes).
I was about halfway out the door when I heard a large SPLAT! I froze in place praying I didn't hear what I thought I heard. Sure enough, I looked down and between my shoes is a rather large and slimy TURD! I look around me and the bathroom and halfway down the hall is covered with brown water!
I immediately hurry out the door and into the garage with the toilet. Then hurry back and raid HIS linen closet for his BEST towels. I sling about 8 of these down onto the floor, swirl them about and kick them out into the garage. After completely soaking a dozen or so of his towels in brown water (and sopping up the turd in one), I make sure the towels are ALL kicked into a pile right at the back door.
Satisfied that I have cleaned enough so that I can keep working, and have deposited the stinking towel in the best place to annoy him upon his return, I then proceed to go about moving the freezer.
Guess what ... the idiot hadn't emptied the freezer!
Seems all he bothered to empty was his bowels!

I continue to acclaim Marty as the second Faulkner, a scion of the South

 

[Nomad74]

Oh lordy

 

[Lee Stockwell]

Multi-syllable, multi-paragraph Marty! Love it!

 

[Joe Appleby]

I think there was a communication error. We average about 10k a week in my area rug cleaning division.

Sincerely,
The board idiot

PS hog guy from Alabama is welcomed to edit any of my bathroom paperwork as long as he understands we flush in Kalifonia.

I was chastised by my wife. 12k a week.