Enough bitching. Enough gloom and doom. Let me pontificate for a moment, if I may, on why I love working with my team.
Aside from the fact that I what I do is cool.. I work on the program that is designing the next vehicle to make it to the moon and beyond.. it’s also cool to work with such a young, spirited team. Seriously, almost every one on our team is under 45, which is nearly unheard of in the engineering world. And even our “older” crowd is typically executives, and they enjoy being around the younger set.
Sometimes, though, there is a clash.
Our facility is OLD. Like, seriously, the Saturn V rocket was designed in our building. So the restrooms are, perhaps, not as strong as they once were. So you will signs like this in every stall:
And obviously, even that wasn’t enough for some people. Soon, we had additional information:
Now, look. I agree that no one likes to walk into a stall that has bidness floating in there from some previous occupant. But damn, there are only so many instructions one can be bombarded with upon entering said stall. So finally, this post-it was left on Friday:
(I know it got cut off. I didn’t want to stand in the stall taking pictures for too long, because then I’d be THAT GIRL. So anyway, here’s what it says: “Dear Helpful Instructions Flyer Author, Repeated Instructions Numerous Times. Bowl refills with water despite efforts to empty. PLEASE ADVISE.” )
I love watching soap operas unfold around me as I take a leak.