More temp work today.
With my ever changing schedule I only take one or two day assignments sporadically, so I've been at a lot of different offices. Today I worked for the City of Boston as a receptionist. I was told that if the mayor called I had to run, literally RUN, to the other side of the office and grab anyone who was there. I got the feeling that the only right way to do this was frantically. Thankfully he never called.
In the small women's bathroom there was only dawn dish soap and some crusty paper towels for washing your hands. I decided to take a picture of it and maybe blog about the difference between this bathroom and the one in another office I worked in a week before. It was a Fortune 100 company and I was filling in for the executive assistant to the CEO. The bathroom had chestnut-ginger soap and hand lotion, cloth towels, and soft lighting.
But as I was crouching down to sink level and aiming my camera a woman walked in and caught me. I pretended like I had pulled the wrong thing out of my purse (lip gloss and cameras can feel the same when you're digging in a purse, right?) and then looked at my camera as though I was surprised it was broken. I left the office as quickly as I could, afraid that the mayor would be called and escort me out himself.
posted by Walking Into Pictures @ 3:02 PM
6 Comments:
More Doug, less elevators.
ok, it's not Doug that's leaving these 'anonymous' messages.
It's Ryan.
But seriously, though. Where's Doug in this shot?
Take this shit down and put something with Doug up.
I come here to get my "Doug On" and this is what I get? Fucking buttons?
Oh wait, I think I can vaguely see the shape of Doug's chin in the reflection on the 4th floor button. Nevermind. I'm sated.
I am a bathroom coinsurer myself and find this blog most interesting. There is distinctive class divisions when it comes to the privy. Cloth towels and scented soap are definitely upper class. They are signs of wealth – a who cares if we use this once, we are not the ones washing it. Paper towels are more middle class, but there are a varieties. Your upper middle class bathrooms have the sensor that you wave at. It is a little perk to make you forget that you are middle class. Then you have the strictly working class bathrooms with the pull towels- you really have to work for those suckers. Then there is the lower class blowers- now these ones are loud and annoying and never quite do the job. They are the SPAM dinner. They might looks good, but looks can be deceiving. SO Sarah, I am glad that you have started to take notice of the washrooms and look forward to more blogs. JR
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