The female restroom
in my office is more than a pissing and shitting room. It is a prayer room, gossip
site, private phone booth to mention a few other purposes.
There’s the early
morning rush...it’s a beauty parlour thingy
going on between the hours of 8am and 10am every day.... mascara, pancake, eye liner,
lip liner and that water colour palette we used in secondary school (I can’t
remember the name.... but it has all the colours of the rainbow) ...in short, everything
and anything make-up....girls gotta
look pwetty for the day’s marketing
calls.
The other day I was
minding my business in one of the rooms and I heard two women discussing about
their TTC days, they were so happy and wondered how quickly they have forgotten
the years of waiting.
One time it was an
angry marketing staff on the phone warning another colleague to stay off her
customer’s premises, that she was ready for a show down and will let her know
that she put her p***y to use before signing the account.
Yet another day, two
ladies were talking about a female colleague who dated a male colleague for
over 4 years and got dumped for a “MFM” colleague.
And there are those
who pray, all you hear is their muffled voices.....
I wonder what
happens in the male restrooms....... this is the part you tell me to face my
work #uche-face-your-work-oh#
