This reminds me of when I was manager of a student union, the Reunion, on the University of Nebraska campus during the late 1980s, early 1990s. It was a privately-owned student union, owned by one of the big Democrats in Nebraska, the guy who later put a revolver into his mouth and pulled the trigger, after having been caught kiting $7,000,000 in checks.
Anyway.
My previous "job experience" had been in accounting, in the Nebraska State Department of Health.
I always noticed that the "management"--the assistant associate directors, the associate assistant directors, the assistant directors, the associate directors, the acting directors, the directors, &c., &c., &c.--upon coming to work would grab a newspaper or magazine and head for the men's room for some sitting-down business, sometimes being absent as long as half an hour, forty-five minutes.
Every single morning, five days a week.
Secretaries and clerks couldn't do that.
(disclaimer: my position was halfway between the two levels, sort of a "lone wolf" sort of job.)
This used to tick me off, because managerial people there were paid a lot of money, and lived in homes that boasted state-of-the-art bathrooms, while secretaries and clerks weren't paid very much, and lived in homes with only modest bathrooms.
I just never liked that; one should take a dump on his own time at his own place.
So when I became manager of the Reunion, I immediately issued two orders: (1) no sex in the Reunion and (2) no sitting down on the commode on company time.
Well, as for (2), I couldn't do much about the women employees, but I could at least enforce it for the male eimployees.
There was one engineering student, my right-hand man, now working for the U.S. Navy over in Maryland, who used to take care of things when I was not around. He had the most curious habit of getting fired by the owner, and then rehired by me, always at a higher rate.
One night, about 11:00 p.m., I went to the building, and couldn't find him.
I looked all around, coming finally to the men's room, where below the door one could see two shoes and dropped pants; his.
After he finished his business and came back to the office, I lambasted him about Rule (2).
He pointed out that his first class was at 7:30 a.m., and that he was in classes every day clear until 5:00 p.m., including what's normally taken for "lunch break," after which he had to be at the Reunion at 5:01 p.m. (the college of engineering was just across the street), staying there until 1:00 a.m.
I pointed out, again, Rule (2); no sitting on the commode on company time.
He protested there was no time to do such business.
I suggested he add more fiber to his diet, so as to retain it until he got home at night.
