Nancy Needs a Rant

Here I am blogging at school again, despite the fact that I have a big pile of marking to do. I have no interesting photos to add so I put on my staff ID card, which I'm supposed to wear but don't. I gave up wearing name tags when I quit being a check out chick.

As Wurly is in an 'I Love China' phase, it follows only naturally that I would be in a 'get me the hell outta here' phase. It's not so much the staring, or that fact that I can't get avocados or good cheese, or the shop next door that sells nice wine shut down...really it all comes down to the p*ss*ng in the elevator. Y'know, I don't really ask much, I don't think I'm one of those demanding people, usually I'm pretty easy going but when someone p*sses in my elevator, well...I gotta tell you it kinda p*sses me right off!! I thought smoking in the elevator was bad until this week when I noticed that the elevator smelled like a men's urinal and that there were yellow puddles in the corner and splash marks on the walls. COME ON PEOPLE!! I'm thinking of making one of those signs like a non-smoking sign but with a picture of a man p*ss*ng. I guess some people need to be told explicitly:
TOILET = P*SS*NG OK, ELEVATOR = NOT OK!!