Intern Chick

I should scrap this blog and rename it "Stupid Things That Happen to Me on a Daily Basis," because then I'd be able to write multiple times a day.

Everyone loves bathroom stories, right? I should have been prepared for this...when I was in 5th grade, I wore overalls to school and while I was in the bathroom, I undid the right strap and it went right into the toilet...it was obviously, soaked. I had to leave it hanging the rest of the day and only buckle the left one. I think I single handedly started the "one overall strap over the shoulder" trend at my elementary school. And one time, while in a local deli with my mom, I got locked in the bathroom. I tried for so long and just couldn't get out, and my mom is not the type of worrying mom that comes running when you've been gone for 5 seconds longer than she thought you'd be, so I had to call her cell phone and ask her to help me out, which she then proceeded to get the deli staff to help me. Needless to say, I caused a semi-commotion in the back of the store. The more mortifying part was having to then sit in that deli and eat my lunch while being stared at.

So, yesterday, while I was at internship #3, I was in the bathroom and, as I was drying my hands, I noticed the faucet I had just used was still leaking. Being the earth conscious intern that I am (kind of), I used the paper towel that was in my hands to tighten the faucet, lifted my hand and threw out the paper towel. I took one last look in the mirror and realized I had just taken the knob off the sink and threw it away. SH*T. That's kind of a bad look, and I know there has to be cameras in here somewhere. So what did I do? What would YOU do? I went digging for the knob. I must say, as a first time garbage picker, it wasn't so bad, it was really just paper towels. The sheer weight of the knob forced it down pretty far into the trash and all the paper towels that were in there made a nice nest for it to lay in. I replaced the knob and washed my hands about three times. Someone should really look into fixing that knob, I can't have been the ONLY person to do that, no?

I don't think I wrote about this, but on my first day of work at internship #3 I went into one of the stalls at the bathroom, and there are about 6 stalls there to chose from, and the one I picked was broken and I got stuck in there. It was a good 3 minutes before I finally forced the door open. I was not going to crawl underneath the stall door, I'd rather hang out in the bathroom all day than do that. I was pretty flustered by the time I got outta there.

And today, while out making a Starbucks run for one of my bosses, I went to their bathroom because I really needed to wash my hands. I don't know what I touched, I don't want to know, but there was something really gross on my hands when I arrived at Starbucks so I went to wash up first. I guess I pushed too hard on the soap dispenser because the entire front cover came off and went smashing to the floor. When does this happen, and to who, because I'd like to meet them and cry on each others shoulders. Frankly, I always thought those came undone with a key or something...not a slight push! I couldn't get the cover back on, I couldn't even get it hanging loosely over the dispenser. At least I was alone in the bathroom, so no one saw, but when I got out there was a huge line waiting and I'm sure they heard the crash and obviously, came to see the evidence afterwards.

If I could, I'd stay out of bathrooms all together but it's kind of a necessity. And of course, these things never happen at home.