Lurking Loo Lady

Apparently my scatological clock is in sync with the cleaning lady's schedule at work. I am amazed at how often, whilst sitting comfortably in the stall, I am disturbed by a knock at the door, followed by a strangely accented "Somebady Hier?" There is always a follow-up reply after I respond in the affirmative, but I've never been able to figure out exactly what words it contains.

While I am pleased by the staff's dilligence, doesn't mid-day seem like an odd time to do the rounds? And I don't even think that real cleaning is undertaken. I only think the garbage is emptied. And given that fact (that the visit shouldn't really take that long), it's all the more remarkable how often our schedules collide.

I am considering the idea that it is all a management plot. I often bring my handheld on such extended bathroom jaunts, and read whilst "in-process." This usually extends the time I spend away from my desk. When interrupted by our possibly-bosnian, possibly-cuban bathroom raider, I feel uncomfortable finishing the chapter I'm on when I know she's camped outside the door with her plastic bags and bright yellow triangular floor-sign, so I end up going back to my desk sooner.

Only to spend ten more minutes making a blog entry.