I’ve just finished a contract job at a large business in the city. It was the most corporate environment I’ve ever worked in and, consistent with the foreignness of that to me, many of the behaviours of the suits there were equally confusing. Lots of people there make lots of money, and they certainly behave like they think they rule the world.
Consider the toilet etiquette of the male suit. I cannot describe that of the women, of course. Three situations had me baffled about how men share communal spaces and what this says about their sense of self.
First, one man regularly carried his empty coffee mug with him as he walked around the office. He’d leave it on a table near the door that led out to the central corridor where the lifts and toilets are. He’d ignore it on his way back from the toilet soon thereafter. Day after day this happened. Why couldn’t he take it to the kitchen, or even leave it on his own desk? Why dump it elsewhere?
Second, one man had left an empty small tub of diet pineapple yoghurt with a stainless steel teaspoon in it sitting on the washbasin bench in the men’s toilets. Who eats on their way to the toilet? Who thinks carrying food into a toilet is normal? And never mind that, why couldn’t he put it in the bin there?
Third, one pisser must have had flow issues. A paper handtowel was repeatedly thrown into the drain of the individual urinals on the wall. I hypothesised that he needed to wipe when he had finished urinating. The best place to do that is in a cubicle, where there is much nicer and softer paper available and a suitable place to flush it.
But this selfish moron thought it easier and better to clog up the drain of a urinal, effectively making it unusable for the rest of the day and also making a cleaner deal with the problem. This was entirely unnecessary and disgusting. He evidently thought nothing of the consequences of his actions or their effect on others.
This is one of the reasons I am so misanthropic. There’s no excuse for such stupid and self-centred behaviour and I hate it. There’s no justification for making life worse for others as a consequence for marginally improving theirs.
Their behaviour had no consequences for them because someone invisible would clean up for them each day. Each day they could make the same mess with the same lack of consequences. Groundhog Day for slobs.
I was close to writing a sarcastic note and sticking it on the wall above the urinal, but that would not have been the done thing. Not at all. In that environment being considerate appears to be a defect or a form of weakness.