Cloakroom Duty

Like most places of work, this cloakroom is littered with all kinds of passive aggressive notes and illustrations, probaly to displace any personal sense of ownership one feels when locked in side the booth for hours on end, thus, the rules, preached by these notes are simple enough; no jacking up, no jacking off and no eating.

Activities to partake whilst in the cloakroom are very limited, there isn't much one can do apart from read or explain to people where the toilets are. If one forgets to bring one's own entertainment device then one has to settle for a few prehistoric Vice issues. I promise you faithfully, I have read the interview with Issei Sawaga-the celebrity cannibal, more times than one ought to.

I still haven't sussed out the break situation whilst working in the cloakroom. I assumed one could go for a piss whenever, but it would seem that whenever I close the hatch door some sort of widespread panic happens and I am faced with a group of people demanding their coats back instantly, only to find that they put it back in 10 minutes later after they ignored the fact I already explained to them I was going for a piss.

The duty of the cloakroom attendant is to act and work invisibly. Often enough one may have to bear witness to either some melodramatic domestic or worse, some violently lustful fornication.

And it's always pleasant when one's loyals come pay a visit. Though one is usually presented with another type of visitor, one of the unwelcome kind, they are called Hatch hoggers or Hatch hog. Below are some of my Loyals, mimicking the behaviour of a hatch hog.

My previous Post about Calum's forthcoming breakdown serves as nothing as a piece of fiction.

And introducing Daniella. She's a member of Tabi's American Apparel work force collective. I have yet to write her a full review for frankly, I don't have enough dirt on her. Though I will.