To whomever gets to use that room for the month, it quickly becomes less of a "private restroom" and more of a "personal office."
The janitorial staff will hate you.
And, you know, we figured since you're in here all the time anyway, we'd just make it easier on you.
"The office had Taco Bell CATER lunch? Well that explains quite a bit!"
Multi-tasking is the way to go.
Or else I'll slide my fist up under your face!
No problem, just use your arms to climb.
Some people ask me how I do it.
"Magic," I answer with a grin. "And prune juice. Lots and lots of prune juice."
Now what could help out with taking a schiph?