I’d rather get my marching orders from a baby panda
What’s worse than a work bathroom with terrible lighting? A work bathroom with terrible lighting and a flickering florescent bulb over one of the sinks. Come ON. You’re already unhappy because you’re at work. Then you look in the mirror and get depressed about the bags under your eyes and your death-warmed-over complexion, both caused by the sucky lighting (you hope). You start to lose patience with all things work-related, letting your anger boil up every once in a while (but only on the inside). THEN you realize that your increasing rage was created by the nonstop flickering of the light over the lefthand sink. Your self-awareness of the cause of your rage doesn’t diminish it – oh no. Your rage rockets to the sky because this light, this awful, headache-inducing, horror movie flickering light, has been flickering like this for MONTHS. You’ve reported it to the office staff several times, and you probably aren’t the only one. Have they fixed it? NO. I should get a medal (a raise would be better) for not going on a homicidal rampage. The light made me do it.