Toilet From Hell

Heat vent from Hell in the ceiling of the accessible men's restroom

I love my “window on the west” I can sit and watch the world go by on Third West all day long. I see fire engines, ambulances an missionaries all day long and even in the past presidential motorcades and elephants. I love my window. My window just might be the best perk of my job however, there is one draw back, because the window is exposed to the outside, naturally the outside cold seeps into my office all winter long. I finally got a small space heater which runs continually from late October to Early April and aside from the small roar and worried looks from Franks when he dares to enter my office I survive the winter just fine. But as nice as office seems to be—there is that spot under my computer area, next to the window wall that the heat never quiet seems to get—my office cannot compare to the heat which wafts over me each time I enter the 'mens' restroom.

We share common restrooms with the rest of the building which is OK with me especially since we are currently the only occupants of the building. The restrooms are right across the hall from our office and sit in back of the elevator which has the “out of order” sign taped to the front so supposedly no one will use then elevator as the upper floors are being renovated for then Chinese who are supposed to move in sometime—the Mexicans left a couple of months ago now. And there is no heat in the foyer except what ever bleed out heat happens when doors to the bathroom or our offices are open. The heat in the restrooms is wonderful—it is like they are the bathrooms from Hell! This annotation is not fair since it makes the restrooms sound like they are horrible and they're not, least not the men's. These are the restrooms from hell because of the huge amounts of heated air flowing into rooms.

I must confess with the advent of the winter's 'heat storm ' in that room I would consider moving my office in there except then I would loose my view. At my request a couple of years ago building management took out the commode partition changing the restroom from a urinal and a toilet with the toilet having a wall and door when management put in the grab bars or access and then repainted and tiled the whole room, making the room bright, accessible and pleasing large.

I even got a mirror down low so I can check my self before leaving the room to be sure I am not dragging any trains of toilet paper behind me as I leave. There is even a lock on the door for added privacy. This is more then I deserve I readily admit—maybe the beautiful restroom from hell is the result that at different points of the month populations of disability in this building swells either way I end up being the winner—lucky me...its about time.