The Damned

If it's true that one can judge a society by how their lowliest member is treated, then things aren't looking so hot for us folks with Arts degrees.

Case in point, the status of the washrooms on the UofA campus. The Tory building is one of the buildings used primarily by the Faculty of Arts, and oh! the horrors you'll witness if you venture into its lavatories. Broken faucets with only cold water, cubicles without locks, cake-less urinals, and stacks of brown paper towels to dry your hands. The acrid stench of stale urine is enough to literally peel the paint off the walls. I do not believe they actually clean these washrooms - they're free-range cess-pools. (Can I use that many hyphens in a row?)

In comparison, the attached Business Building has washrooms more elegant and space-aged than Bill Gates' house. Motion sensor toilets, urinals, sink faucets, and paper towel dispensers! All the stalls have functional locks, and there's not a stink to be smelt. Heck, even all the lighting works. Seeing as how both buildings are about the same age, it makes me wonder why all my crumbling Arts buildings haven't been renovated.

Well, no, that's not true...I don't wonder why. I know why. And it's unfortunate indeed.

Currently: Placing free long-distance calls to Tijuana, just for the hell of it.