I understand that there's only a certain amount of time in the workday and you just HAD to get this in before going home. Really, I do - I've had the temptation a few times myself, as well.
I don't really care who you are - the older boss with the white hair and bad teeth, the stereotypically ditzy administrative assistant with the blonde curls, the well-dressed black man who makes jokes at the water cooler, the ball-busting editor with a sharp haircut and tweed skirtsuits, or anyone else. I REALLY don't care who you are or who you're with or why you felt the need to do this NOW, at quarter after, on a Wednesday. Whatever, your business.
But - in the BATHROOM? The only one on this floor? The one right next to my office? I mean, it's bad enough that the former sorority-rich-bitch secretary goes in there for a cigarette every two hours [releasing a huge amount of smoke when she leaves]. I could handle the part where I had to go to the second floor to pee - a pain in the ass, but doable. I even put on headphones and am listening to music to drown out the sounds.
No, what's really grating on my nerves is the way you two are banging against the wall, rattling my bulletin board so hard that the tacks are falling out. I have a very careful organizational system - some people call it mess - and when the tacks fall out of the board and the papers fall onto my desk, I am left confused and irate about where things go.
So in the future, could you warn me? Just a polite little email saying, "Be advised: Bathroom sexual activity taking place at ten after 3 today." I don't need an earthquake, ok guys?