I think it is safe to say that, as a general rule of thumb, you can judge a place's quality, be it restaurant, home, or office, by the quality of its bathroom.
My company is undergoing a general, and neverending, reorganization, the comings and goings of which are the sole responsibility for a very large number of people. I mean, the employees here shuffle back and forth between departments more often than a football quarterback, hedging his bets, trades dance partners on prom night. So, my little North Tower group just got swapped out for a group that previously resided in the South Tower. As such, I have been exploring things in my new digs.
I have discovered that the previous owner of my cubicle was an office-supply hoarder. I have boxes of thumbtacks and file folders and binder clips, and my other cubicle-mates are totally jealous.
I have tested various unattended chairs and chosen one that is best-suited to my behind.
I have yet to set the message on my voicemail, but my new phone tells me the extension of who is calling, which I probably should not find exciting, and yet...I do.
But most importantly, I have checked out the restrooms, and can I just tell you? These are some swanky office bathrooms. We totally have an anteroom before the actual restroom, which, for men's rooms, are a rare commodity indeed. Then we have a full double-row of five sinks, for a total of ten possible places at which to wash my hands. Then perhaps ten stalls, which is a vast improvement over the four in my last location. Do you have any idea how off-putting it is to walk into a bathroom and find all four stalls are taken? Do you even comprehend how creepy it is to think of four people just sitting next to each other, all pooping at the same time?
The piece de resistance, though -- there are little rubber floor mats in front of each urinal. A little non-slip mat, just in case the fellow there before you was a little nearsighted. Say what you will about the corporate lifestyle, yo. But U-R-I-N-A-L-M-A-T spells classy.