Buzzing flies, empty soap dispenser, no toilet paper, piles of shoes and dirty aprons. Why is the staff bathroom always the most depressing place in the restaurant? Currently, we don't even have a staff bathroom because the toilet is completely dismantled. If a staff debris room was what we craved, we couldn't ask for a better one. And it might be okay if we were allowed to use the customer bathroom. But if a customer comes, we cannot go. If you see what I'm saying.
I suspect the boys must be sneak a leak in the alley. But as one of three women who work in the establishment, we're SOL. Ahem. The debris room has a mirror, so I can put on lipstick or smooth my frizz but that's about all it's good for. And so we wait. I try to limit my liquid consumption - usually I'm too busy to hydrate anyway - but, still.
It's not just peeing that's the issue. The debris in the debris room prevents the door from closing, so you can't change in there. And the, "Oooh, I followed you in here just to see you in your underwear" joke has really gotten old. Or so the guys are telling me.