We had a coworker that made Felix Unger look like a slob. "Squealy" . . . would monitor the relative cleanliness of the men's bathroom and make unsolicited reports to my boss, cc'ing his own boss to make sure my boss jumped quickly enough I guess. Sample of the E-mails this guy generated:
Squealy Monday - THE SOUTH WEST MEN'S BATHROOM IS ALMOST OUT OF SOAP.We used to snicker about all these notes, probably because if you didn't laugh you would have to cry. . . . [O]ne day, . . .when Squealy passed his manager's office sighting a quick bathroom break, his boss quipped, "What, going to check the soap?"
Squealy Wednesday - THE DISPENSERS WERE REFILLED. GREAT!
My Boss Wednesday - IF YOU'RE HAPPY, I'M HAPPY
Squealy Thursday - THE BATHROOM FLOORS LOOK LIKE THEY HAVEN'T BEEN CLEANED IN A WEEK.
Squealy Friday - THE BATHROOM FLOORS ARE STILL DIRTY. IN FACT THE SAME M&M HAS BEEN ON THE FLOOR BY THE SECOND TO LAST TOILET FOR NEARLY A WEEK
My Boss Friday - GROWING UP, IN OUR BATHROOM, THAT M&M WOULDN'T HAVE LASTED A WHOLE WEEK, BUT I WON'T TELL YOU WHY
. . . [But after Squealy] complain[ed] repeatedly about the sad state of the windows (he had a window seat) my boss actually went out there with a squeegie and did the windows . . . I guess the moral of the story is that the squeaky wheel gets the oil . . . and gets laughed at by his coworkers.
From Lemming Brigade