I am becoming Liz Lemon

Following my previous incident in the workplace bathroom (which I maintain was not my fault, as the toilet was not working properly before I used it), I noticed a new janitor making the rounds on weekday mornings. I inquired, and he confirmed that the previous janitor had quit.

I feel bad. As much as I don't want to believe that my unflushed turd could affect a man's livelihood, the timing is hard to ignore.

And after all that, the night janitor tried to stop me from going into the women's washroom because she thought I was a man. It's been a bad month for janitor interactions.