7/21/03

So today the company Vice President stops me in front of the restroom and thanks me for working on Saturday. I thought that was a very nice thing to do. We started to talk about business when I decided to veer the conversation in a different direction.

"You know the Muzak is off in the bathrooms," I informed him. I then explained that I was in the breakroom and janitor's closet looking for a volume control.

"That music is really useful sometimes in there," I said motioning toward the bathroom door. He smiled, nodded and commented that the music is particularly loud in a bathroom on the other side of the building.

"I really needed that music today. Especially after the lunch I had," I patted my stomach as I said this.

With that he ducked into the bathroom.

Here's the really bad part: I wasn't the only one that had just come out of the bathroom. Someone was in there with me just a few moments prior to my conversation with the V.P. They obviously had eaten a three-day-dead tuna because it sure did smell bad in there when we left. I wasn't responsible for the smell. But I made sure the Vice President was aware of only one person using the bathroom before him.

Me.

I wonder if he'll have the company nurse drop some hints to me next time we run into one another. "Hey, Greg! Did you read that article in USA Today about the warning signs of necrotized bowel syndrome? It's really very interesting. I'll interoffice it to you."

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