When you think of the worst job in the world, bathroom attendant has to rank at least in the top (or bottom) ten.

On our recent mini-vacation, I hesitantly approached the restrooms at the airport and as I anticipated,  standing next to her mint and tampon cart was a bathroom attendant.

I guess my biggest pet peeve while visiting a public restroom is someone trying to have a conversation with me, while I’m trying to pee.

It’s hard enough on my quads and thighs to hover just over the bowl and that exercise requires my full focus and concentration.

Also, I have had to add, cranking my head up, arms held high, while squatting to be sure my purse isn’t being stolen from the hook on the inside of the stall. Thanks Dateline. In yoga, this position is called, “chair pose.”

One always feels obliged to carry on in idle conversation with the attendant while you worry if you have any money to add to her tip jar.

My life isn’t all that different from being a bathroom attendant. I too find myself in the stall with one and sometimes two others and am expected to wipe their bums. It is not enjoyable. I also stand over a cart with creams, powders and diapers and occasionally get kicked by my client, but you’ll notice the absence of a tip jar.