No room at the inn - File under WTF

So we had another company move onto our floor in the building. Let’s call them Company B. Now that Company B is here, everything is going to hell in a hand-basket.

The soda and snack machines are all busted. It turns out that there’s been a wave of people trying to stick pesos or Susan B Anthony’s or something into the machines to get snacks. How retarded. There are huge signs plastered everywhere on the machines now so as to deter this behavior.

The men’s room is always crowded and filthy. It smells like a third-world country threw up on it. No one flushes the toilets anymore. Most times these days it’s standing room only, if you know what I mean. It’s all fun and games until somebody craps in the urinal.