So. You want to move to New York and be part of the big, glamorous magazine industry, do you?
Well, don’t be fooled into thinking that people who work at places like Condé Nast are all fancy and important, because guess what: they shit too. And they don’t just shit — they shit and don’t flush.
That’s right. According to an anonymous email sent to Gawker, someone at the Glamour offices is tearing through the bathrooms, dropping deuces left and right and then just fucking leaving them there (so close to a closet full of couture!! The horror):
For years, the ladies’ room of the 16th floor of Glamour has had a mystery shitter who has left enormous packages in various toilets and appeared to purposefully not flush. Despite signs ranging from laminated “please remember to flush” posters and haikus of middling wit being taped inside each stall, the mystery shitter continues to shit, a silent, odiferous protest against a work environment that regularly keeps staffers there past midnight-3 a.m. nights are not unheard of.
Snap. If you’re going to try to tell a job that you hate how you really feel, doling out repeated piles of unflushed crap probably gets the message across.