I started working at a mid-sized, but prestigious law firm, having spent a few years at one of the larger New York firms. My new firm is very old-school, from how people interact (everyone is addressed as Mr., Ms., etc.) to its stationery to the offices themselves. Despite being in a sleek, new high rise, once you step off the elevators it's as though you stepped back to an old private club - wood panelling, overstuffed leather chairs, oil paintings of former partners, etc. All this traditon is overseen and enforced by the executive assistant to the managing partner. Her name is Miss Tesden and her life is the firm. She has no apparent social life, is on call 24/7, and seems to always know what is going on everywhere at all times. I've also learned that you don't mess with Miss Tesden. A senior associate had the audacity to tell Miss tesden that his "computer was a piece of junk and he needed a new one pronto." No "please," no "thank you." The new computer was in his office about 20 minutes later and he was let go about 15 minutes after that. The whole office knew what happened and I suspect that Miss tesden was responsible for spreading the story as an example of her power. Well, I discovered that I was having an issue with a feature of the office that was going to be quite difficult to address. I started by finding the number for the building's maintenance office and calling it, but I was informed that all work done in our firm had to be approved by Miss Tesden. About three minutes after making that call, I received a call from Miss Tesden asking if there were any maintenance issues that I was aware needed attention. I told her that it was nothing important. I said this to her as I didn't know how to address her without offending her or embarassing myself. Her response was there were no items that were unimportant and to come to her office immeediately. Well, the reason I was hesitant to tell her my issue was that it involved the fact that I have a very large dick, even when soft. My problem was that the water level in the toilets was very high, so much so that the entire head of my cock (and then some) would be submerged when I used the toilet. I had taken to using the toilets at my club about two blocks away or to holding my cock up out of the water. Neither of these were ideal. I just wanted the maintenance staff to adjust the toilets (or at least one of them) to accommodate me. As I walked to Miss Tesden's office, I mulled my alternatives - to make up a different maintenance request or to be forthright.