I look about the break room slowly brushing the mop across the floor trying to look busy. Truth is I'm watching the news until I have to make one last round of the bathrooms.
I turn to see Jose and cringe "hey Jose how are you?"
"Good good..." he smiles his thin mustache stretching across his upper lip. "did you check the bathrooms?"
"No not yet."
"Ah I check with you."
I put my mop down in the corner and pull my garbage can full of cleaner behind me as I follow him out to the bathrooms. He knocks on the women's "hellooo anyone here?"
He walks in and I follow. He pushes open the first stall, then the second and so forth. I sigh putting my gloves on "looks good right.."
"Mmhmm, but did you check the tampons?"
"Oh yeah I filled it."
"No the bags.."
"Yeah I changed them at lunch.."
"Ah no you gotta check them now too."
He walks into the first stall and without any protection on his hands he reaches in pulling out one bloody tampon. I gawk and my stomach flops.
That's so.... Im going to puke...
"Good thing I checked eh?" he wiggles the tampon by the string and I nod slow.
"Shouldn't you have gloves on.." I mutter weakly. "and I thought we were suppose to change the bags..."
"I bleach my hands after and why waste bags. I save the company money this way. Open a garbage bag." He chuckles
I reach into the garbage can and pull out a garbage bag. I open it quick and turn my head away holding my breath,
He throws the tampon away and walks to the next stall, he pulls out a few tampons and pads. My stomach churns more and I glance to the door.
I need to get out of here...
"Good thing I check for you eh?"
I can feel my stomach convulse to gag. If I didn't get out soon I would vomit. "Mmhmm." I murmur tight lipped as he tosses them into the bag and I get paranoid.
I think a pad hit my wrist... There some... Dirty vaggie blood on my skin... Oh god it's spreading up my arm I can feel it!
"M... Maybe I should go check the mens! That way we get done quicker!"
"Oh yeah do that." he's digging in another tampon bag. I walk out and right towards the men's bathroom. I knock "hello? Anyone in here?"
"Sorry." I utter, I squirm as I wait staring at my upper wrist where I'm positive a filthy pad hit.
He walks out and doesn't make eye contact with me. I walk in and I'm immediately hit with a stench that makes my gag reflux strain
"holy shit" I gag. I hold my breath, pulling my gloves off and toss them in the trash. I try to bury my nose in my shirt. I turn on the sink and squirt a large dollop of soap into my hands.
Seriously something died in that guys ass... Like... A dog shit in his ass and he shit it out!
I cough and heave as I try to take a quick breath though my mouth in the shoulder of my shirt. My imagination getting the better of me.
I breathed in ass, oh god it's sharp... I'm permanently damaged, how the hell did I end up with this job? Seriously? My dad couldn't get me a better job at the company he's worked for for like 20 plus years? Or is this supposed to be some learning experience!. What am I suppose to learn?! To hold my breath for 3 minutes and be immune to vaggie juice!!?
I wash almost up to my elbows taking small quick breathes, when I'm done I stagger out and pant.
"Uh, you okay?"
I look up to see John, and I put my hand out shaking my head "do not go in there right now... I gotta get the Lysol first.."
He chuckles "alright..."
I walk back into the girls bathroom, Jose no longer there, my garbage can of cleaner gone. I sigh and walk out, John watching me "sorry." I mumble. I walk down the hall to the janitors closet. I open the door and Jose is eating an onion.. Like an apple and the room now smells like someone with massive pit grease. I clinch my breath and reach my my can and grab the lysol. I walk back out and sigh loud my whole body shuddering.
Why is he so weird! Who does that?! Ugh I gotta get out of here...
I walk back to the men's bathroom John standing there, he smiles soft watching me. I open the door put my arm In and press the Lysol spray down, I hold it for way too long and John starts to laugh.
"You're quite dramatic aren't you..."
"No, that stench is quite dramatic." I step away and glance to my watch.
He walks past and into the bathroom.
"Hey I took care of the closet, we can clock out now, remember I won't be here tomorrow so you're on your own."
"Alright no worries Jose I can handle it.." I utter.
I put the Lysol back and run to the check out clock, I run my card under and rush out.
I'm free!! And the air it's so fresh! I'm alive!
I walk to my car and get in, I glance to my front seat and see the box of tampons I purchased earlier. I cringe
Tampons will forever remind me of Jose and this building...