It's been a while since I posted a proper rant. But I've just come back from the gents in this shared, serviced offices I now work in and I had to sound off about something. Two somethings in fact.
Sharing a communal kitchen
A lot of us, at some point in our lives (work or personal) will have shared a kitchen. Either with flat mates, partners, work colleagues, parents. Now I'm going to disregard the partner / parent situation because unless you are very unlucky these people love you as much as you love them and are kind, considerate and pay attention to making your life as easy as you try and make theirs.
I will also (for now) ignore the flat mate situation. I may return to this subject at a later date. For now, I'm going to focus on the work colleague one. I am not tarring everyone with the same brush here - I am sure all you people reading this are considerate, thoughtful, clean, tidy and otherwise proficient in cleaning up after yourselves and leaving things as you'd like to find them kitchen-wise. I am going to talk about those ignorant, lazy, selfish, diseased bell ends who constantly regard the shared kitchen as their own personal space to fuck up with spilled liquids, rubbish, empty food packets and dirty cutlery. I've lost count of the number of times I have gone to make a brew in the kitchen here at my current place of work, only to find spilled milk on the counter, or dirty cutlery scattered around the sink / jar of hot, washing up liquid'd water rather than IN the fucking thing. Finished with that pot noodle? Put the pot in the bin. Finished with the milk? Put it back in the fridge. Seriously - are you that busy and rushed for time and important in your own little mind that you can't spare the 3 seconds (yes, 3 seconds - I timed it) to put the milk away? The spoon in the dirty spoon jar? And when making a coffee, try this. Put the sugar in FIRST, then put the coffee in. That means, no coffee in the sugar bowl for those of us that don't want coffee in their tea. I dread to think what these peoples home kitchen must be like - or is it really only in a work place that these people feel the need to become uncouth, dirty, lazy fucktards? Which brings me onto...
Male toilet habits
This is what triggered this particular rant. And please forgive me if this makes you gag a little.
I can no longer speak of the habits of women when it comes to using public conveniences - not since the court case and subsequent adding of my name to some register. But let me tell you, men are fucking disgusting. The office I work in now has a gents toilet on this floor with no urinals, just three cubicles. And I swear, to some men, I think this is seen as a challenge to see who can make the most disgusting, fucked up mess in one cubicle in one day. Luckily I've yet to see a dirty protest type situation, but just now I needed to visit one of these havens of pestilence and filth to ... let's say, 'drop a deuce'. I entered one of the cubicles, looked down, and found that someone had considerately pissed all around the floor of the toilet, on the seat and on the cistern at the back. Lovely. So I went to the next cubicle (the third being occupied) and found another ring of piss colored puddles surrounding the toilet. Think about that for a second. If I wanted to 'evacuate my bowels' (to paraphrase Dr. Sheldon Cooper) I would have to lower my trousers and underwear into someone else's piss. Fuck that noise. Why are we, as a gender, so unable to steady, aim, fire at a target that's no more than a few inches away and wide enough for even the most overly-optimistically misjudged penile length? And OK, sometimes the initial spurt maybe a bit wild and inaccurate but please, for the love of all that's pure and decent, have the common courtesy to wipe up your own mess.
I guess both the points above come back to one thing - thought for others. If we could all just spend a second, whilst doing anything around other people, to think about how our actions would affect those other people, the world would be a better place. Yes, I know, trite and simplistic and probably wishful thinking but it's so true. And maybe it would stop me having to wipe up other peoples piss.