Well it's the last week before sailing... and that means I get to broaden my horizons... experience new skills ... perfect ones I already hold...
THAT MEANS SCRUBBING TOILETS!
(Just remember that yes, this is an old ship, but yes... the toilet is in the floor of the shower. hmm...)
My counterpart, Kat, was not too happy when I signed both of us up to get personal with the patient bathrooms. "What was I thinking?" she said. "Ahh Kat, it'll be fun. Put some good music on, and we'll be fine!". She didn't look too sure of the idea at first.
(FYI- this is it clean- after three days of hard work)
But I held firm. I figured, if I just had a good pair of rubber gloves and some strong cleaner, I was golden and could tackle anything that came at us. But I must let you know, that these bathrooms have a reputation of being foul... We basically help escort our patients up there, then let them fend for themselves!
So after multiple buckets of water... scrub brushes of all shapes and sizes... bleach tablets and AJAX...full garbage bags...sweat, blood and tears... we had put in three days of hard work and we were done!
We were grime fighters!
1 comment:
Kristen, awesome posts. Love your african outfit :) And you look tan, and beautiful. I know you posted the squatty potty shower just for me :) ha! Umm.. it looked absolutely disgusting. Promise me you wear flip flops. Even in Africa, you are not to forget your upbringing! Its called, dont touch the walls, or ever put tape on the walls, no posters, no shoes (Im sure mom would make an exception for the squatty potty shower) and dont sit on your bedspread. HAHA!
OK, LOVE! Your posts are awesome! They must take a lot of time. And also, your birthday is still going on until you get your package from me. Thats the rule. I promise its coming, but right now its still in my room. CONFESSION! Just consider it birthday month or something. HAHA!
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