How Does It Make You Feel?

So, this photo is of a toilet tank in the bathroom where I work.

For a little background, let me note that the other girls that inhabit the 6th floor of the building I work in are absolute cretins. Filthy, disgusting, poo leavers and pee drippers.
Co-worker Michelle and I are always ranting to our mostly male office about the terrible state of the bathroom and how mortified we are that the girls we share it with leave it like they do.

The main issue, I guess, was a faulty flusher.

Yeah, I know this is starting to get complicated.

Basically, the first stall would never flush completely unless you held the handle. But really, you only have to hold it down for a measly two seconds and no prob, right?

Well, the other girls on the floor always seem to be too busy making gyno appointments on their cell phones in the stalls or too distracted by crucial lipstick application to do a thorough flush. Or to wash their hands for that matter...but that's a different issue all together.

So, we had enough...we had enough of seeing what they left behind every time we went into the restroom and we were prompted to write, and by we I mean mostly me, two passive aggressive notes trying to shame the femme-bots into working the toilet like normal human beings.

We were anxious to see the result...hoping that for the subsequent days following our notes...they would be conscious of how gross they actually were.

Instead, the poor little maintenance guy fixed the toilet and left us this note.

And in answer to his question, yes...yes, we are happy. Thank you.