Toilet Managment

"Did you know you can make fire out of ice? You can, you know. Fire out of ice. Think about it. Fire out of ice. Think. Think." - Movie, The Edge

I started having flatulence since last Thursday. Probably due to spending quite some time on the ‘inspiration chair’, I actually thought up of the following management analogy to the maintainence of toilet bowls.
For those concerned, the flatulence is over starting around 7:30 PM, Monday today. After days of uncomfortable and slightly painful bloated stomach, and having some ginger ale, teh sarbat or what the people here call teh halia and finally on Saturday, bought a medicine from the pharmacy, it finally works. I thought flatulence affects only babies.
Nevertheless, back to the management philosophy, I had the luck of a chicken in a slaughter-house last Thursday when I decided to use the Executive Toilet. The difference between an Executive Toilet and the Normal Toilet is that executive toilet is much smaller and thus have less toilet bowls, urinals and sink compared to the normal one. Thus, at any time, there would not be that much users in the executive toilet. On the other hand, we could always see it in a way that the equipments in the executive toilet has been much “shared” compared to the other one.
To add to my fortunes, I could not really release myself due to the flatulence. It took a lot of effort to lay those pile of shit that I did last Thrusday. I think I spent half of last Thursday hanging out in the toilet.
When I was done with my business, I tried to flush. I still had not the chance to wash myself yet. To my horror, instead of the waste going down with the flush into the toilet, the whole level in the toilet bowl started to rise!! Eeepp! I stopped flsuhing. Thank God I realised that the toilet bowl was spoiled or the waste would spill all over my shoes if not on my pants pulled down half-way down my legs. The smell was just plastic-cy. A strong one too.
The level in the toilet bowl of a brownish metallic plastic-cy smell mixture started to slowly goes down. It couldn’t go down any faster. I just waited. There was a moment of panic when at the bottleneck of the toilet bowl, when the waste starts to accumulate and the water has simply washed down to the sewer. It seems that the waste could explode back in recoil and some might just splatter on my clothes, if not my head. The pattern above repeated about 3 times. Of course, in that heat of the moment, deep in my head, I was cursing the management. Then it struck me. How would any management handle an issue like this? It would take a screwup like what was going on, filled up with shit, then management would have to take action like it or not.
Imagine this. The toilet bowl is clean, since its every users just mainly pee into it and eventhough the flush doesn’t really work that well, it basically manages to dilute out the pees. Comes to a time, one responsible user reports what he sees to the management. Management comes and sees that there’s nothing wrong with the toilet bowl eventhough enough explaination has been displayed by the ineffectiveness of the flush. Thus, it would take an incident like mine until management would have to take proper and stern action to rectify the shitty situation, which would have not occured had the management listened to the early tell tales. That if, somebody bothered to report.
Now, after three cycles of trying to flush down what used to live my inside, I decided that the only way to tell the managment that there’s something worng woth the toilet is to let and leave behind a strong sign and signal, my floating crap.