flood alert: men's room on our floor

so my cube buddy (and paparazzi) reported back to me that there was a flood in the men's room on our floor. I asked if there was poo on the floor and he said "no", so I kind of lost interest until he sent me this pic of the situation.

since I'm not a dude, I have this strange and never-ending curiosity about The Urinal. like, how does it flush without splashing out on the dude standing right in front of it? and where does the water come from, if there's no tank. and why is there a deodorizer-looking thing in it....is it a target so dude's can aim their pee stream as best they can? and why aren't there doors for the urinal, cuz even if you pee out of the zipper in your pants, doesn't your butt crack peek out, even just a little, since you're pants become loose?

and then there's this picture. how does a urinal become out of order. it just seems like it can't break. you pee into it. and the pee goes down the drain. what's not to work?

Clippity-Clip

so the cube farm inhabitant who perpetuates the tainted community goodies (i.e. fecal-infested bowls of unwrapped treats), totally clips her nails during work time.

and the funny thing is, she was shameless about it. openly sitting there...clippity-clip-clip.

first of all, she make any effort to clip her bits into the trash can, as if the flying nail bits would magically vanish in thin air. as far as I'm concerned, those nail bits landed in the giant bowls of M&Ms....yet another reason why you shouldn't partake in the open bowls of candy by her desk.

second of all, she's a free-lancer. and she was so nervy to just sit in her cube and clippity-clip-clip. shameless! and she prolly makes a butt-load of $$ by the hour too.