The unisex bathroom [ew] in my new office has both paper-thin walls and and an unfortunate location. It is not-so-thoughtfully located directly next to the conference room which is currently occupied with my boss and several other hearty-appearing men.
The door to the bathroom opens in such a way that when entering said restroom, I run the risk of unintentional eye-contact with that table full of men who will then more than likely hear me close the door, open the toilet lid, do my business, then close the lid and finally wash my hands.
I’m not overwhelmingly comfortable with this.
In fact, this is one of those times when it would be convenient to be a man. I believe I could just go outside and pee on a tree.