This was written on March 3rd, using my Palm Pilot. I’ve finally gotten around to posting it.

My office isn’t very large, but it does have segregated male/female bathrooms. The bathrooms are on opposite sides of a short corridor. They’re both small, single-occupant rooms with basically the same layout, but it’s the contrast between these bathrooms that really amuses me.

The women’s bathroom has carpeting, pale blue-grey walls, decorative ivy on the white-painted cabinets. There’s a bottle of hand-lotion on the sink and feminine products in the cabinet over the toilet.

The men’s bathroom, on the other hand, has linoleum flooring, is wallpapered with torn-up rock posters (it’s pretty cool-looking), and the shelves set opposite the toilet are stocked with magazines.

Finally, the women’s bathroom is completely out of toilet paper. The last roll is in the men’s. Karina and I have been taking what we need as we need it. Maybe we should just take the whole roll. I wonder if the guys would even know it’s missing.

This was written on March 2nd, using my Palm Pilot. I’ve finally gotten around to posting it.

A quick bathroom break turned into dragging my boss’s Rottweiler from the break room into the warehouse. Becka is a very sweet dog, but she’s not entirely house-broken and has the habit of going through all the trash bins looking for stuff to eat. These messy behaviours mean she’s not usually allowed into the office (carpeted) part of the building, just the warehouse. I found Becka in the offices. A quick check showed some side doors to the warehouse weren’t shut. I took care of that then went back for Becka.

Poor girl doesn’t get played with much back there so she was understandably reluctant to follow me. She just continued to lie in front of the boss’s closed office door, until I knelt down in the break room. Becka then charged happily into my arms. I loved on her for a couple of minutes then tried to coax her to the back door, but she knew what was up and ignored me.

A minute later she went into the women’s restroom (which is right next to the back door) and drank out of toilet. As she exited the bathroom, I grabbed her collar and dragged her through to the warehouse. It wasn’t easy. Becka easily weighs 80lbs. Thankfully, she didn’t resist much or try to fight. I really wouldn’t want to get into a throwdown with a Rottweiler, even one that’s usually as sweet and mellow as Becka.

Once I released her, Becka took off for the side doors. Finding them closed, she charged back to check the doors I’d brought her through. Poor puppy! I hunkered down and called to her. Apparently I was already forgiven, because she charged over, slid the last two feet, and snuggled into me.

She really is such a sweet dog! I wish I could bring Zoë here to play with her.

Could you strap horns all over your body and use them to play Beethoven’s 5th Symphony?

This guy can.