how long until someone decides you are blocking a fire exit and you lose your spot?
Our changing rooms got re-done late last year. I complained that they more than halved the hanging space for clothes, and the previous space was not enough. Few months later, they took out something we didn't need and increased the hanging space 4x. ResultLooks like we still have no place to put our damp kit in the new building we move into next month. The manager is still doing his best, but I managed to wind up a colleague and asked her if it was OK to put our kit up on a washing line in the open plan offices. She wasn't amused.
Think the project staff don't realise how many staff will cycle in everyday. We gave a conservative estimate of at least 20. Out of a meeting of 15 folk this morning, 3 of us cycled in every day.
This is where I say most of you are lucky!
My bike gets parked in the corner of the workshop next to my machinery and I get changed etc in a corner....
Oh the joys of working in a machinery workshop. Our toilets aren't exactly nice and cubicles in there are just about big enough to fit someone in let alone get changed.
I'm sure passers by probably get a view though sometimes...
*sigh*
However, atleast in winter temperatures are not often below 18 degrees and get to near on 50 in summer, so atleast my clothes dry quick if it rains!
Pound to a penny, it's security! Our offices only opened when it suited the security guys, which was not a minute before 0800. Needless to say one of their number was a heavy boozer, we suspect, from the H2S lingering to greet us...We have a s***-monster at work...
I allways use the disabled loo as it has more space (we have no disabled staff and I use it before public opening) but recently someone has taken to visiting first. I swear that they have 10 pints, a curry, a further 10 pints and a chinese on the night before - plus a decomposing rat for breakfast from the rank stench left behind after their guts have emptied.
So on such mornings my facilities are now a tiny cubicle, hardly room to take off a jacket, but at least I'm not gagging and retching