Good Night

ugh! So i went to work and had a great time! Actually it wasn't that bad, just long. But then at the end when I was cleaning up, I went to check and make sure the bathrooms were all clean for the morning crew, and as I entered the men's bathroom, I was struck by the potent smell of urine. It was horrible I tell you!!! And usually the guys' smell bad and we just clean as much as possible and spray good stuff, so I didn't think anything other than it was stronger tonight. So as I'm cleaning each stall, I find a puddle of yellow fluid inside the little trashcan next to the toilet. I knew immediately that the stench was stronger for a reason. It was sooooooooooo gross!! Luckily I had gloves on and the pee was in a trashcan lined with a bag, so I didn't have to touch it, but it was still horrible horrible horrible!!! And the part that gets me (well after you put aside the fact that I bagged up a little boy's digested fluid of the day!) is that the trashcan is unnecessary! We only have it for the Hispanic groups who use the bathroom cuz they are accustomed to throwing their toilet paper in a separate place from the waste. Ugh! I hate those trashcans...totally pointless for most of the year. I just wanted to blog this cuz it's nasty and I don't like nasty so I wanted to vent it all out as much as possible.

OH! and my co-worker walked in to help me clean up right as I was disposing of the pee and started laughing at me! But she lost her voice a couple of days ago and it hurts to laugh, so she's like HISSING at me!! It sounded like Lucifer on Cinderella...the cat that annoys Bruno the dog. It was soo funny and horrible cuz things like this always happen to me! (I have more stories that I'll share later) And it makes it better that a half an hour before this incident, I was spotting the carpet on my hands and knees and I told her "I feel like Cinderella right now! I should play Cinderella in a movie!" And she was like "I was just thinking that you reminded me of her!" So it's my fate: I am Cinderella; I clean messes that aren't mine and have a hissing cat (or coworker/friend). But I am not a whip like her who takes these situations and just lets it go. No sir! I'm not letting anyone not know about this. I am disgusted and whizzled (I made that word up just now. It means humored because something is so utterly ridiculous). I'm okay now; just had to let that out =) Good night!