Today, I got to work right on time at 5:00. It seemed like it would be a normal day when I got there. Sara was in a frizzy about something, and Edgar was speaking, but no one could understand a word he said. I knew that I was going to have to hury today because I thought that the other lady that works with me might not show up because her daughter was sick. I usually start cleaning on the third floor of the building I work in and work my way down to the bottom. I got to the 2nd floor of the Bible building around 6:00 and saw a sign on the men's room saying that it was CLOSED. Curiousity struck (and since I am a cleaning person I thought it might be something I would have to tend to) so I went in to the restroom. On the wall of the back stall, someone had written in POOP 666 with and upside down cross. I knew I was not going to have a normal day from that point forward.
I had to clean the rest of the offices before I could even get to the poo poo problem. Luckily, when I walked downstairs, Melissa was here. I knew two things at that point: I wasn't going to have to cover her work, and I knew that someone would help me clean up poop.
Right now there is some sort of yearbook workshop going on in the building I clean. Translation: this week, there is a bunch of rude highschoolers in the building that I clean. Evidently, someone thought this would be especially hilarious. One of the coordinators of the workshop somehow found out, and she was the one who closed the bathroom. She was so upset and felt so bad about what happened, yet her hands were tied and she couldn't do anything about it because no one knew who the pooper was.
Well today, Melissa and I spend two hours cleaning poop of the wall. That boy, whoever did that, truly was a party pooper, and he wanted to share it with the world.
