BiBimBap! It’s all good but the magic is that little container of sauce. A little sweet, a little spice, a little tangy.
I’ve written before about how I don’t love the restroom situation at work.
At the beginning of the year they started remodeling our building. This happened when I worked at the law firm, too. I don’t know if office buildings like to remodel a lot or I’ve just been lucky.
They started the bathrooms by doing the floor below us and the floor above us at the same time which means that a restroom that was already too busy to make sense became ten time busier.
I switched from drinking two giant mugs of tea a day to two half mugs a day and developed weird anxiety about bathroom trips.
Also it means that the elevators became super slow because they have the extra job of taking people to restrooms on other floors.
Then they finished those bathrooms and started on ours. So now I have to take the elevator to use the restroom. The stairways are locked to keep people safe. (I don’t know what that means, either. )
Meanwhile the bathroom remodel looks nice but I’m going to do some gratuitous gender bashing here and suggest that no woman possibly could have been involved with the design because they have eliminated about 90% of the surfaces where you can put things.
In the stalls there is a hook and that’s it. If you are carrying anything it goes on the floor. In the entry way they got rid of the little vanity nook counter so there’s only a small area around the sink.
What am I carrying? Keys. My toothbrush and related oral health items. Lady things. Three more weeks and its supposed to be finished.