It's not my fault I got grumpy today!
I doctored my helmet this weekend with some decals and reflective tape to make it more visible and I'm pretty happy with the results. We're starting to get really busy at work and there have been things going on in departments unrelated to ours that have made excretement hit rotating blades. Fortunately, it doesn't have a darn thing to do with our department. Unfortunately, some of it is hitting us anyway and there's no real hope of remaining unscathed.
I really wish that the maintenence people in our building would realize that working on EVERY Women's bathroom in the building AT THE SAME TIME (or at least CLOSING ALL OF THEM AT ONCE) makes for very cranky women in the workplace. In case anyone who's reading this needs it reiterated more clearly-if the women in a workplace aren't happy, then no one else in that building (or, honestly speaking that entire city block, possibly extending a bit farther in all directions) is going to be happy either. Deprive women of their bathrooms and bad, bad things happen.
I really wish that the maintenence people in our building would realize that working on EVERY Women's bathroom in the building AT THE SAME TIME (or at least CLOSING ALL OF THEM AT ONCE) makes for very cranky women in the workplace. In case anyone who's reading this needs it reiterated more clearly-if the women in a workplace aren't happy, then no one else in that building (or, honestly speaking that entire city block, possibly extending a bit farther in all directions) is going to be happy either. Deprive women of their bathrooms and bad, bad things happen.