May 21, 2006 23:17
Guys, I almost died.
Yesterday at work, I had to go take something to the back, and I decided to look at the back bathroom to see how bad it was, so then I could tell Mike about it because he had to clean the bathrooms. So I look inside. I almost threw up. It was terrible. This is coming from a hispanic, I'm telling you it was terrible. So I went back, and all I told Mike was, "have fun with the back bathroom." Well, he cleaned the other two and then I was off the clock but I didn't feel like going home so I stayed to see Mike do the back bathroom. Well, it started off by immediate use of Febreeze. Then, he tried to flush the toilet, but it refused to go down, it called for back-up. The toilet started to come up and rise against Mike, but he fought back with bleach and the command to Mikey to bring the plunger. Mike poured bleach into the toilet endlessly. Mikey came back with the plunger and a wound on his head from the slippery floor from the other bathroom. I think the back bathroom and the slippery floor from the other bathroom had an alliance. Mikey survived through one part. Mike thrusted the plunger into the toilet, and then flushed it and the forces backed down. But, there was recoil from the bleach. It was all over the bathroom. I tried to make it better with Febreeze, but it ended up only serving as friendly fire. It became basically impossible to breathe. Mike and I had to step away from the bathroom, and Mikey went outside to breathe again, he was almost a casualty. He was an injured soldier.
A guy walks up with Mike and me Gasping for breath after coming out of the bathroom... and the guy asks if he could use it. Mike says "No". The guy then says he'll be real quick. Mike tells him "We put down some deadly chemicals in there, seriously you could die." The guy ignores Mikes warning... says "...I can handle it."
The guy wasn't "Real Quick," and took long enough for Mike to think "uh-oh", but the guy bursts out of the bathroom, saying "Shit, I can't breath, and my eyes are on fire!" and in fact, his eyes where bloodshot, and red...
There was an injured civilian. We won the war against the back bathroom and its alliance with the slippery floor of the other bathroom.
I love my job, I don't care how much I get paid.
On another note, I might be building someone a cake...yeah...
Bleach and Febreeze don't mix...
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