The first issue, and the second come to think about it, are related to the toilet. I have been a little wary of the toilets at work. There were two reasons for this; firstly I discovered the flush is sensor driven and I have given myself a couple of surprise washes while shifting position and secondly people occasionally use the toilet bowl as a hand basin. However that is old news, buried somewhere deep in this blog. I have other issues with the toilet.
While as a Westerner I am always a little surprised that someone would choose the squat over the comforts of a comfy (albeit with a hair trigger flush) seat. People do for a variety of reasons; some say it is more hygienic amongst other things. But I think even these people would agree with my thinking that a squat is not a place to take prescription medicine. Why go to all that bother to seal a pill in a sterile packet if the user is going to crack it open, with their pants down squatting over a shithole, not a shithole like Warren New Jersey, but an actual shithole. By the way I am not the only person worried about toilets; http://www.worldtoilet.org/ is a Singaporian web site dedicated to toilets.
The other gripe I have with the toilets is the cleaning routine. They prop the door open for all to see while mopping it down. However if you happen to swing by looking to drop the kids off in the pool and they are in full clean mode, they don’t stop. No they usher you in and you feel obliged to go through the motions, so to speak. Anyway the car is prone to backfire a little when I am dropping the kids off and this is an unfortunate consequence with the door right open and the kitchen next door. I try to out wait the cleaner in this situation, but this can be a prolonged stand off lasting several hours if the cubicle I am in hasn’t been cleaned.
Speaking of cleaners, we have one that empties my bin 3 times a day, I don’t generate that much rubbish, but that’s the rules; 3 times a day. Then once a week the cleaner comes past with a bucket and sponge and wipes down my desk. I am not the cleanest of corporate citizens, so the desk cleaning has become another stand off with the cleaning staff. I don’t move my stuff and neither does she, so I end up with unusual shapes of cleanliness amongst the rubble on my desk. Eventually I am hoping to match up all the triangles of cleanliness to make one clean desk, could be a while on current form.
I was invited to join a Singaporian blog register this week. No idea what they will make of this, I suspect I will just get arrested or killed or something for taking the piss out of their patch. Click on the vote button on the site and skew the figures.
I would also like to thank a masked avenger with the handle of “Footprint” who left me a note last week to explain why stupid towns had stupid names in Jersey. It was in fact because “they are named after the first toilet makers and the first companies to dump toxic waste. But then they ran out of towns...” Makes a lot of sense now, thanks Footprint.
No photos were taken this week, so here’s an old one of a moth I took with my phone. Really I did.
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