My Life as a Janitor

Before I had my extremely glamorous job as an intern, I worked as janitor. We all have to start somewhere. By myself, I comprised the entire cleaning staff for a Tool and Die shop. It was a large job considering the mess the large machinery makes (and the mess that 40 men make), but somehow I got it done. One day I decided to clean the walls and the floors of the larger bathroom (you would not believe the level of dirt and grease on those walls). It was one of those hot July days when it's so humid that your chest feels heavy, you know the kind. It was also a day when the shop air conditioning decided to stop working. Those big machines create a lot of heat, but it wasn't too terrible for me, because most of the time I was working in the direct path of the fan. So it's time for me to clean the bathroom, and I have some extra time, so I decide to scrub the walls and floors. So I drag a bucket full of soapy water, and a ladder (I'm really short). I begin to scrub, and about two strokes in, I realize that this is probably the hottest room in the whole building. Also the grease isn't coming off that easy, (how someone managed to get grease in the top corner of the room is a mystery to me), so i decide to put a little bleach in my soapy water. The grease came off a lot easier, but now the room, besides being hot, was filled with bleach fumes. That was probably not one of my smartest ideas, but the moral of the story kids, is get a good education.