I have issues. That much is clear to anyone who has read this little ol’ blog. Perhaps my most well documented issue has to do with public bathrooms. Or, maybe more accurate, the office bathroom.
But, just when I thought I’d seen, and unfortunately heard, it all…today something happened that scared the crap outta me (yeah I know that’s a horrible pun, but it was pretty accurate).
But, before I go into that, let me explain something. At our office we have this cool application that takes a voicemail and transcribes it into text which is then sent to your email. It’s a great tool that allows me to not only forgo answering the phone, but now I don’t even have to listen to the caller’s voice!
OK, back to the story.
Today, I received a call from the bathroom. No, it wasn’t from the next stall asking if I could “spare a square”. That would have been normal.
It would seem the call came while I was at yet another god forsaken meeting and when I got back to my desk I was checking email.
And, that’s when I saw it.
I actually got a voicemail from the bathroom! No, not someone in the bathroom calling me (which is WAY wrong), but from the actual bathroom itself!
Needless to say, I didn’t call him (I just assumed it’s a him) back. But, I’m worried that without the codes I won’t get into the stall the next time nature comes calling.