You will all be glad to know that my fear of change in starting a new job this week was quickly replaced with an even bigger fear.
AN IMMENSE... MAMMOTH SIZED FEAR.
Bigger than me, bigger than all of us!
bp oil spill?
No.
Terrorism?
Uh uh.
Global Warming?
Nope.
Ready?
It was the fear of being labeled as the girl who had to use the whole can of Lysol in the smelly bathroom at 8:00 am.
I was set up I tell you!
The girl who came out before I went in even smirked a little knowing that I would take the blame.
Well, that’s one for my new Bitch List.
Somebody had to be first right?
Anyway, I had to go in.
Couldn’t turn back.
Couldn’t let out a big “GOD IT SURE STINKS IN HERE DOESN'T IT?!” before going in so that nobody would get the wrong idea.
It was my first day after all.
But I don't want to be known as Mrs. Crap Alot!
Not even on my second day.
So, still holding my breath, I came out with at least 15 less brain cells than when I went in.
Lysol kills more than germs man.
And ran to blog flush it here.
I feel much better now thank you.
Or maybe I'm just still high on Lysol fumes.
.... not bad.
In any case, my good smelling name is finally in the clear....here at least.
Sorry, it’s how I process.
Ever been falsely accused of crap?
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LMBO!
Classic!
Just classic!
*sniff sniff*
You might need a tad bit more Lysol in here.
hee hee
I HATE dumping in public. For so many reasons. I have gone home on my lunch hour to take care of business. So to take the blame for someone else's stink is so insulting. I hope you weren't wrongly convicted on your first day.
No telling what else she will dump on you.
YIKES!
oh...you're too funny...
Next time you could try Dettol! :)
Greetings from Casa!
BLOGitse
Maybe you should show up to work with a gift for that lady. Give her a bottle of Poopourri! They sell it at gift shops and probably online. Then no one will falsely accuse you again!! Or give you stinky looks...
Hmmm......knowing you I am sure you will get your sweet revenge on this lady and it did make for a wonderful blog flush story :-) Have a wonderful 4th of July weekend.
NASTY! and so unfair! but that stink bomb chick will strike again (or maybe already everyone is wise to her and her stinky ways) and you should be in the clear. time your bano visits accordingly if at all possible!
No, but I did know a girl who once shit herself at a party. She was forever known as "Blowout"
To this day when a store posts a sign that advertises their Huge Blowout Sale, I stiffle a laugh and pee on myself just a little bit.
Darling, other than that Mrs. Lincoln, how did you like the play, er, I mean job?
My husband whenever caught in that sort of situation announces to anyone within earshot that it wasn't him.
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Happy 4th!
Oh, gross! Dh tries to blame his stinkiness on me. Maybe I should spray HIM with lysol the next time he tries.
I would have at least made a horrible face, exaggerated of course, waved my hand in front of my nose and looked around for another bathroom. If you stay at this job you must retaliate.
Can't people take care of that before they go to work? I will never understand that.
Classic... "blog flush it here"... love it!
Oh geez! I hate public bathrooms -- even those in the workplace -- cuz weird shit goes on there, literally! And I so feel your pain and fear and loathing of the stinky gal ahead of you.
There needs to be a sniglet (remember those? by Rich Hall?) naming the ickiness of arriving in a stall/bathroom that was stunk up before you. Then at least there'd be a term when you leave the bathroom that you could tell everyone else that it was XXXX. (It's late at night, for me, so I'm not quite in the sniglet creating frame of mind, therefore the XXXX.)
I have an inherent fear of public toilets but my fear of having to do #2s at work is even bigger.
I'm glad I don't have these sorts of fears. All I fear is falling out a speeding train.
I stopped getting high on Lysol back in the 70s. I had a five-a-day spray habit.
I began hallucinating, seeing images of giant purple germs. They started talking to me, calling me names, like "Trash Girl and Toilet Mouth."
Finally, my family intervened, threw away all the cleaning products in my house. I went cold turkey for months.
My house smelled like a garbage dump until I discovered Lysol wipes. No fumes. No highs. I just avoid public bathrooms to stay away from the can.
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Yuck. I hate that. But thanks for the reminder. I need to take one of those tests that you mail in. I am not looking forward to it.
Now see... This is why I firmly believe that instead of a men's room and a ladies room there should be one room for "#1" and another for "2".
Wouldn't that be more civilized?
Well, hell's bells, if you can't stink up the bathroom, what room CAN you stink up?
Hysterical! Love the "blog flush." Hope your 2nd day of work was filled with pleasant smells and no crappy accusations! :)
Haaaaaaa!!! I'm so happy you were able to blog flush with us here. On another note....
When I'm on the phone with my husband while he is at work, sometimes I hear the toilet flush. Not once. Not twice. But three times. I mean seriously, the triple flush? WOW. Is all I can say after that. And I'm really glad I'm not some girl at his work walking in after that. Cuz I'm pretty sure he isn't considerate enough to use a whole bottle of Lysol every time.
While you may resist being known as Crap-a-Lot (who I swear was a nnight of the Round Table at some point, albeit a lesser known knight), you may want to consider being known as the rumor spreader. Bathroom rumors can endear you to new co-workers as fast as Girl Scout cookies.
I would relax, dearest. Something tells me you probably aren't her first victim. I would be willing to bet the other people in the office are already onto her sneak attacks.
LOL - VERY well said ma'am!
Swati
Oh wow, that's crazy!
seriously one of my biggest pet peeves ever. and it's not even one you can remotely get away from. you gotta pee, you go in, smell the stench and KNOW someone else is gonna blame you.
LMAO oh you poor thing!! I would have died!!
I'm laughing at a lot with this post...the content & the comment you received in Chinese characters. Hahahahaha!! I wonder what that one says. I wonder if it contains all the information about who in your office had their nose hairs singed off this morning and who received the blame. Was it you? Did they realize it was the other girl? Learn Chinese quick!!
Ahahahahaha. This is funny. I'm known as Mrs. Farts Alot and I have no issue with that. Poop and I are the best of friends (as you know by my blog title, haha).
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HAAAA!!! OMG this happens in my office all the time!!
There have literally been times when I have left the restroom and had to say "it wasn't me" to whoever came in afterwards. So embarrassing.
OMG.
There was this woman who stunk so bad that we would actually walk in, do a quick glance at shoes and if we saw her handbag we ran!!
She always took her handbag to the can. No idea why.
Know what's hilarious? Her last name was Rose.
Dude. That ain't no rose for sure.
i've totally had to tweet flush this same shit. it's so wrong getting blamed for someone else's stink bomb. you just want to walk out and proclaim "it wasn't me" but then you leave yourself wide open to the "she who smelled it, dealt it" sorta thing.
anyway, good luck with the new job!
I've been thinking a lot about shampoo. It's a cleaning substance with poo in the title. As you're the expert on defecation, can you offer me any insight?
To MiMi: whatever happened to "a rose by any other name would smell as sweet?"
That post was hysterical...though I know the situation wasn't. Hope all is going well in the new john, er, job.
I have definitely scrunched up my nose and said something out loud when I have walked into a fart cloud, but I think I've been silent in the bathroom, although I certainly should have called people out for what they did.
LMAO, I had almost forgotten the lesser "joys" of working life.
Yikes! So sorry you took the blame for that crap... You'll find a way to turn that sh*t into shine-ola...
THIS takes the cake. SO funny. But sorry you got blamed for it. Is it okay if we're laughing at your expense?!!?
Wonder what she eats for breakfast? Reminds me of that old SNL commercial for Colon Blow cereal.
Just found your blog...so glad I did! I just became a stay at home mom after working in a call center, and I tell ya, I've walked into that stinky place, and would say very loud, how horrible it smelled. I think there should be separate rooms sometimes lol.
That calls for serious retribution.
Ha! I have been known to walk right back out of a bathroom at work and go climb stairs to use another one, so that I am not blamed for the stink! Ha!
Hi I came by from "Over 40 Friday Follow" and it looks like I;ll be back because you don't stink at all!
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That is too funny...Love your blog...Happy Friday..
Even after being married for 13 years I still won't use the bathroom in our bedroom - I use the kids, that way I can blame them - not that there is any reason - my farts smell like roses!
OMG that was so funny! Would love to link up to you but my RRS thingy isn't working :(
Oh crap! That stinks - literally and figuratively. I would have come out of there, walked right up to the chick that stunk it up and in a voice loud enough for all to hear ask her, "what the hell did you pass in there? I had to use a whole can of Lysol to get rid of the smell!"
Heeeehehehe! Hello stinky....Yep, I just hate goin' in and comin' out of a smelly restroom knowing I'm not the one who left it that way. Like we all don't poop! Thank goodness for Lysol.
Ya'll have a wonderfully blessed day!
It sounds like the first day went well... :-) At least there's Lysol nearby, right? I sometimes wonder whether saying, "It's not me" when I come out of the stall is the smart thing to do. Not saying that I did it though... *whistling*
Hahahahaaha it's so easy to get your humor! great blog! xoxo camille @nevernaked.blogspot.com
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