Toilet Talk: Job Satisfaction

I was gazing down at my Vans when the door to the otherwise empty hospital lavatory was flung open. Squeaky shoes trotted across the tile, and along with the eek-eek-eek of the rubber soles, I heard a woman humming. As she hurried into the stall next to me and slid the lock shut, she squealed four gleeful words: “I love my job!”

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I was gazing down at my Vans when the door to the otherwise empty hospital lavatory was flung open. Squeaky shoes trotted across the tile, and along with the eek-eek-eek of the rubber soles, I heard a woman humming. As she hurried into the stall next to me and slid the lock shut, she squealed four gleeful words: “I love my job!”

If she wasn’t aware of my presence prior to her proclamation, she knew it shortly thereafter. But she wasn’t apologetic or embarrassed. A flush and a hand-wash later, she was happily humming once again, back on the job.

People are funny in the bathroom. In this series of posts, you won’t find potty humor or gross observations and discussions of bodily functions. Just everyday life that just so happens to take place in the ladies’ room.

Author: Brittany Taylor

Brittany Taylor is the chick behind SeeBrittWrite, and she believes in the transformative power of stories. She uses words to turn businesses into story-driven brands. Her work has appeared in national magazines, both in print and digital, but her next project might just be yours.

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