I wouldn't exactly call this a bitchy post about a co-worker. I'd call it something more like a blatant poke at a fellow worker's comfort in a toilet-related setting.
A while ago, I found myself in the loo, doing my (quiet) business. Suddenly, in an adjacent cubicle, the earth erupted, the clouds broke, angels sang, and kersplash! Game over!
My cubicle-exit timing strategy was a little off, so I managed to see the lady herself as I left. She looked quite refreshed.
Now I struggle to contain my giggles when I see The Pooper wandering around the hallowed halls of our company, despite my admiration for ladies who aren't afraid to crap the shit out of themselves in a public toilet.