The Stab-n-Gagger at work made such a horrendous mess today in the ladies restroom that our finance gal decided to take matters into her own hands. She made signs that she put on every stall door. They said something to the effect that, “If you insist on throwing up all over the place in here every day, the least you could do is clean it up. It’s discusting (sic)!”

I told one of my colleagues, “Well, at least they won’t blame us snarky writer bastards for putting up the signs!”

I’m still trying to get my head around why someone would do this. I’m beginning to wonder if it’s a passive-aggressive attack on the other office women. Or maybe it’s something so weird that I’ll never guess.