Wow. Long time, no update.
I am inspired to write today, because I have obtained some damning information that seems to answer the question: Who is the mystery spooge depositor?
You may remember, Gentle Reader, a previous entry in which I recounted the horrible and traumatizing experience of finding an apparent puddle of spooge in the men's room of our fine establishment.
I had fairly blocked this from my mind and was no longer looking at male co-workers and shuddering as I thought "was it you?"...
Well, there has been a changing of the guard around here and our fearless leader has moved on to greener pastures, or retirement, or something. Our new fearless leader informed me that the old fearless leader spent his afternoons surfing PORN on his office computer. He left all the evidence in the history. (and the bathroom floor)
It all makes perfect sense now. The long bathroom breaks!!! The frequent bathroom breaks!!! ACK!!
He was surfing the porn and then going to the restroom to finish the job. This is not someone you want to think of in any kind of sexual situation.
I'm appalled. Thoroughly.