Peeing in the non-profit world

Salary negotiations at the for-profit company were me vs. them.  It was all about getting my due.  This continued even once I worked there.  Whenever they sensed that I was fed up and wanting to job search I received well timed employee awards, promotions, and salary increases.  I never really LOVED the job.  I had concerns that my contributions to the company were increasing profit and ultimately feeding the church that bites me.  Obviously not an issue in the non-profit world as there is no profit. Salary negotiations at the non-profit were very different.  Offer.  Acceptance.  Very win-win.  I mean, I get to do what I am passionate about, and THEY EVEN PAY ME.  This attitude has spilled over into more general aspects of the job.

 

This has led to a problem though.  A problem with my bladder.

 

See, at for-profit company, I liked to go to the bathroom on company time.  There was something oh so satisfying to the, “Yah, they’re paying me to do this” trip to the restroom.  My co-workers and I even chugged water to fit an extra trip in.  We’d request each other’s company on these trips and yah, I know it sounds creepy, but it made the day more fun. I miss these shared WC visits.  I can’t imagine asking my co-workers here to pee with me.

 

Today I had to go for an hour and a half.  But I was the only one in the office.  I was afraid the phone would ring or a visitor would stop by.  I didn’t know if I should lock up.  Should I leave a note?  (Back in a whizz, I planned to write.)  I finally gave in.

 

Sure enough, I missed the only call of the hour.

Tags: non profit humor