Toilet Troubles

I've decided to put on my resume, right next to my masters degree, "professional toilet unclogger." The past two weeks I've unclogged our library's stupid toilet four times. Each and every time it's been disgusting. As I pumped the plunger through the putrid mess I couldn't help asking myself, "My God, what did you people EAT?" I can't understand how a single person can create so much crap at one time.

It turns out our toilet troubles are due to some dingbat flushing a sharpie down the flusher. We couldn't figure out why the toilet kept clogging. The Roto Rooter man came out and found nothing. It still kept clogging. Then after repeated e-mails and frustrated calls we had another investigation and found the offending marker. If I find whoever threw that marker down the toilet I'm going to lock them in the bathroom with a toothbrush and make them spit shine that toilet for all the grief I went through.

Graffiti "art" part two

I published in my last post how our graffiti "artists" had not figured out that writing on the door lasts a lot more permanent than on the walls and bathroom fixtures. Apparently either I have more blog readers than I thought or the "artists" have gotten smarter because this afternoon days after I write that blog there was a HUGE gang symbol written on one of the doors. It won't come out of the door no matter how much my manager scrubbed and we might have to get a new door. Bravo guys...your work can now be admired for years by the many hundreds sitting on that toilet seat.

Graffiti "Art"

Yesterday our bathrooms were "decorated" with graffiti two times in a matter of hours. The first time it was gang signs written five times all over the bathroom. What surprises me with this graffiti artists is that they keep putting graffiti on our bathrooms and we keep taking it off but they usually keep putting it on the same places, the walls, mirror etc. Those places it's very easy to take off, just a quite swipe with a spray. Most of them haven't figured out that if you put it on the door it doesn't come completely out. Maybe they don't care if their "art" can be seen for future generations.

The second batch of graffiti yesterday was a spray painted red frog in the other bathroom. (Why they spray painted a red frog I will never know.) I saw a bunch of kids hanging around the bathroom, going in and out and laughing. Whenever I see kids going in and out of the bathroom laughing I know its never a good sign. I have to admit that the frog was rather cute but it didn't belong in the bathroom and the red spray paint did not come completely out. I kicked the laughing kids out of the bathroom but I couldn't prove it was them.

That's one thing about these graffiti "artists." We never can catch them. It's always after the fact. Just once in my library career would I love to walk in the bathroom and catch the kid red-handed. He would look up at me with complete fear in his eyes, looking left and right for a quick escape. Maybe he would try to tuck the marker in his pocket and deny it to my face. Whatever he or she did, catching them would make my day.