a few mild complaints
A few mild complaints about the Illustrious Vanderbilt Suite bathroom.
yes, in the same way that J Lo said "do not be fooled by the rocks that i got", one should not be fooled by the illustrious title. the v-suite, too, has its own qualms that i must endure, day in and day out.
First off:
The bathroom
*the toilet seat is loose on its hinges, so if you were you sit down, the seat would slip transversely, and cause you to somewhat sit on the actual rim (you know...the part where boys peepee on). ergo, i have exercised my right to use the bathroom on the other side of our room (the one intended for the Berkeley girls) whenever i need to take a big D....and use the boy's toilet to pee pee on.
*the bathroom floor is disgusting, as is the shower floor, which is accumulating in dirtiness. despite the marble paneling in our shower, which, too, is beginning to discolor, the floors are grimey. where's mr. Clean when you REALLy need him?
*the sinks have NO water pressure. they dribble, instead of shoot (no pun intended). this makes the effieciency of hand-wash-age GOOD for the environment, but BAD for time...since it takes 30 minutes to wash you hands.
*the toilet spits at you when you flush it. yes. it spits at you. the amount of jet-propulsion that goes into flushing the toilet water and dung down the drain is so powerful, that water shoots back out...yeah, gross isn't it. hence the reason why i quickly kick the flush with my foot and run out of the stall like a bombs about to go off.
BOMB! BOMB BOMB!!!! BOMB!!!!!
anyway, thats about enough bitching for me...for now. there'll be plenty more...no worries.
-Whaddya know Joe Shmoe-
yes, in the same way that J Lo said "do not be fooled by the rocks that i got", one should not be fooled by the illustrious title. the v-suite, too, has its own qualms that i must endure, day in and day out.
First off:
The bathroom
*the toilet seat is loose on its hinges, so if you were you sit down, the seat would slip transversely, and cause you to somewhat sit on the actual rim (you know...the part where boys peepee on). ergo, i have exercised my right to use the bathroom on the other side of our room (the one intended for the Berkeley girls) whenever i need to take a big D....and use the boy's toilet to pee pee on.
*the bathroom floor is disgusting, as is the shower floor, which is accumulating in dirtiness. despite the marble paneling in our shower, which, too, is beginning to discolor, the floors are grimey. where's mr. Clean when you REALLy need him?
*the sinks have NO water pressure. they dribble, instead of shoot (no pun intended). this makes the effieciency of hand-wash-age GOOD for the environment, but BAD for time...since it takes 30 minutes to wash you hands.
*the toilet spits at you when you flush it. yes. it spits at you. the amount of jet-propulsion that goes into flushing the toilet water and dung down the drain is so powerful, that water shoots back out...yeah, gross isn't it. hence the reason why i quickly kick the flush with my foot and run out of the stall like a bombs about to go off.
BOMB! BOMB BOMB!!!! BOMB!!!!!
anyway, thats about enough bitching for me...for now. there'll be plenty more...no worries.
-Whaddya know Joe Shmoe-
posted by Joe @ 9:17 AM
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