Exlpoding Toilets!
Okay, so before I give vacation information, I’ll let you all know what fun thing happened to me yesterday. Some of you may know I left work early, but most don’t know why. Well, it’s a funny story, no matter how much it made me want to cry and such at the time.
You see, lunch had just started, so I was going to run to the bathroom and then make my food. I went to the restroom, and turned to flush the toilet. The toilet (where fresh water is fed into the bowl, thank the goddess), was apparently broken. Some random piece that I couldn’t name listed and shot a hard spray of water at me. I screamed, backed up against the little door (which opened in and offered me no avenue of escape), while my pants suit got soaked. It got all the front of my pants, and the sleeve of my suit jacket.
Needless to say, I felt gross, nasty, and horrible. I stepped out of the stall, tried in vain to wash my hands, and dry off my pants some. All the time, I chanted “I will not cry; I will not cry” and laughed nervously. I got a piece of paper and made an “OUT OF ORDER” sign as quick as I could, and then hurried back to my desk.
At my desk, I debated going home. I felt filthy and miserable. I was shivering from cold. I finally decided it wouldn’t get me in trouble to leave, and I let my bosses know. They were more than okay with me bailing (today when I got into work, I got a “the time is on us-don’t take your vacation time” kind of message).
I got home, stripped, and took a nice, long, hot bath. It felt particularly good. Then I got dressed, and Joel and I decided that it wouldn’t really be worth it for me to go back to work anyway, so we went to the mall. Then we caught dinner at the hibachi place by the mall, to give it a try. I don’t really like it as much as Kani, unfortunately. Mostly because I hate their ‘white’ sauce. But that’s neither here nor there. The point of this post was my bathroom explosion trauma.
So now you know. It was traumatic. But in the end, looking back at it, it was a riot. I just wish it hadn’t been me.
(It should be noted here that it exploded at someone else before me, but they didn’t get wet as the thing hadn’t broken all the way yet. They had called maintenance, but hadn’t put up an out of order sign. So really, this should have never happened to me.)
You see, lunch had just started, so I was going to run to the bathroom and then make my food. I went to the restroom, and turned to flush the toilet. The toilet (where fresh water is fed into the bowl, thank the goddess), was apparently broken. Some random piece that I couldn’t name listed and shot a hard spray of water at me. I screamed, backed up against the little door (which opened in and offered me no avenue of escape), while my pants suit got soaked. It got all the front of my pants, and the sleeve of my suit jacket.
Needless to say, I felt gross, nasty, and horrible. I stepped out of the stall, tried in vain to wash my hands, and dry off my pants some. All the time, I chanted “I will not cry; I will not cry” and laughed nervously. I got a piece of paper and made an “OUT OF ORDER” sign as quick as I could, and then hurried back to my desk.
At my desk, I debated going home. I felt filthy and miserable. I was shivering from cold. I finally decided it wouldn’t get me in trouble to leave, and I let my bosses know. They were more than okay with me bailing (today when I got into work, I got a “the time is on us-don’t take your vacation time” kind of message).
I got home, stripped, and took a nice, long, hot bath. It felt particularly good. Then I got dressed, and Joel and I decided that it wouldn’t really be worth it for me to go back to work anyway, so we went to the mall. Then we caught dinner at the hibachi place by the mall, to give it a try. I don’t really like it as much as Kani, unfortunately. Mostly because I hate their ‘white’ sauce. But that’s neither here nor there. The point of this post was my bathroom explosion trauma.
So now you know. It was traumatic. But in the end, looking back at it, it was a riot. I just wish it hadn’t been me.
(It should be noted here that it exploded at someone else before me, but they didn’t get wet as the thing hadn’t broken all the way yet. They had called maintenance, but hadn’t put up an out of order sign. So really, this should have never happened to me.)