I had a meeting this morning on the second floor of the east tower (yes, I work in The Two Towers). They’re renovating, and it’s at the “utterly and completely eviscerated” stage. It looks like a giant roller rink.
And then I went into the ET2 bathroom. Yes, there are FOUR trash bags over FOUR toilets. The fifth toilet? The stall door is broken and does not latch. I swear, this is the most dysfunctional building I’ve ever worked in.
The 4th floor women’s restroom in the west tower is sporting trash bags over two of its sinks. They’ve been there awhile, judging by the layer of dust on top.
I think I may need to take a little tour of the women’s restrooms in the building tomorrow, to see if there are any more black trash bags being employed in a similarly unorthodox manner.
I suppose it was only a matter of time before The Bathroom Performance Artists Troupe graduated from black trash bags to manky five-gallon buckets. (One in an ongoing series.)
A coworker got tired of the “OUT ORDER” sign, so she added the “of.”
What goes best with Sink in a Bag? Why, Toilet in a Bag, of course! This stall has been on-and-off “Out [of] Order” for a couple of weeks. Why the the maintenance folks feel compelled to shroud broken fixtures in black plastic trash bags is a mystery to me.
This sink was bagged a couple of weeks ago, then unbagged after a couple of days. This morning, it was bagged again, only this time with duct tape securing the bag to the sink. I have no idea why. Does the Rogue Sink Bagger think the bag will cop an attitude and run off? (More sinks in bags here.)
More Sinks! In! Bags! can be found here. Because it’s totally A Thing, y’all.
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, the ever popular Sinks! In! Bags!: The Musical! has been remade as a one-sink play. Alas, today is the one day I did not bring my camera, so pictures will have to wait until Monday (assuming the play in question does not close on opening night).
In the meantime, please join me in welcoming the ensemble cast of the original Sinks! In! Bags!: The Musical!
(Not entirely unlike pigs in blankets)
On and off, for about a year now, the end sink in the 3rd floor, west tower restroom has worn a trash bag. Occasionally, the bag is removed for a day or even a week or two, then, inevitably, a new bag is secured in its place.
About a week ago, I noticed that the bag on the end sink was floating on a pool of water. The sink was leaking, and the drain was clogged. I pulled the bag away, so the maintenance folks would notice that there was an issue, and the department secretary called in the problem. Later that day, on a subsequent trip to the restroom, I noticed that the bag had been resecured over the still-full sink. It seems as if the plumbing folks believe in magical cures.
This week, the next two sinks in the line are sporting brand new trash bags of their own. I haven’t a clue what–if anything–is wrong with them. The only functioning sink is the one at the far end, and by functioning, I mean there is scalding hot water a-plenty, but the cold water does not work..
I’m starting to wonder if it’s not some sort of wacky art installation. Considering that the art building is just across the parking lot, it’s entirely possible. Or, maybe the building maintenance crew are fucking with our heads.
And, as a bonus, here’s a shot of the wall to the left of the sinks. The tiles began bowing out about six months ago, and finally implodiated sometime last winter. I’m waiting for the tampon machine to fly off the wall and attack someone.
Also, is that not one of the ugliest bathrooms EVAR? And I actually like teal.
red paper boat 