The ladies room here at work is like that of a fancy function hall. There are couches and chairs, though I have rarely, if ever, seen anyone lounging around in the ladies room. Nor do I think I would do that, if given the opportunity.
There are also all kinds of goodies for people to use. There is an abundance of feminine products as well as toothpaste, floss, mouth wash, hair spray, static guard, breath mints, hand cream, and a hairbrush. Although it's wonderful to have all these little extras available, isn't it slightly ill advised to use someone else's hairbrush? I seem to remember my mother warning me about that and sharing eye makeup somewhere in the realm of junior high. It's one of those things that has stayed with me although I doubt there is a high prevelance of lice among my coworkers.
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Just when I thought I was done with the cookbook, there is now the weighty task of proofreading the entire thing. If you don't hear from me for a little while, you'll know where I am.