We've gotten fresh complaints about the bathroom habits of the girls at Elle. Yes, rebuttals are welcome, but it sounds like you deserve this public warning. Your neighbors say:

I've held this in for a while, but it has to be said: the girls at Elle treat their bathroom like a pack of wildebeasts. I work at a publication on their floor, and whenever I venture into their bathroom, I find pee-smears (I would say "sprinkles", but this is no delicate trickle) all over the seats, toilet paper strewn about the floors and sinks filled with salad bits (presumably washed out of their trim Tupperware). Today, there was poo on the floor. I kid you not. Shit on the tile! I mean, come on. Hachette, 44th floor south bathroom = disaster area.