Through the Storm

Chapter Fifteen

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Friday, September 14, 2009

Okay, so I totally got a job now. In Jersey. As a janitor. If my father knew, he'd kick my ass. Or just yell at me a lot for dropping out of an expensive private school to change lightbulbs. One week has passed with my new job and so far I haven't killed myself. However, my coworkers have been nice enough to conceal some sort of major screwups that happened late at night, after Mike left. Jana, Toby, or Mitch never said this out loud, but I think we have unofficially agreed to a vow of silence. They always stay late and play around on the equipment despite Mike's constant grumbling about injury prevention and liability.

"Something nasty happened in the bathroom. Can you check it out?" Mike asked as he walked past me on his way to the group he was coaching.

I groaned to myself and grabbed a pair of rubber gloves.

When I went into the men's bathroom and got a quick look at the clogged, overflowing toilet, I walked right back out and over to Mike on the floor.

"I think you need a plumber."

He laughed. "Wouldn't that be you?"

"Yeah...sure. Just joking..." In other words, I was screwed.

Mitch was watching me from over his shoulder. He was sitting on the floor with sheets of paper and a stapler spread out in front of him.

"You need some help?"

"No, that's okay. I got it."

He got up and followed me anyway. "I don't mind."

"Okay, but you're going to need this." I handed him a surgeon's mask from the cleaning cart before opening the door.

We tied them on and stood in front of the clogged toilet.

"That's just nasty," Mitch muttered. "Maybe you should try that?"

He pointed to the plunger next of the toilet. I raised an eyebrow.

"Have you done this before?"

"Many times. Have you?"

I shrugged. "Sure, every day."

He laughed as I attempted to plunge the toilet. This wasn't exactly what I had in mind for our longest 2007 conversation thus far, but at least it was something.

Mitch reached over me and lifted up the top of the tank, leaning it against the wall. Then stuck his hand right in--nothing squeamish about this boy. "See this little thingy? I don't know what it's called, but it's supposed to be up and that's why it won't flush."

He moved his hand from the tank and the toilet flushed immediately.

"Nice!" I said.

He pulled his mask down and smiled. "Do you think it's safe to breath?"

I snatched the bottle of disinfectant from the cleaning cart and started to spray every inch of the toilet. "It will be in a minute."

Mitch grabbed another pair of gloves and a sponge and helped me clean. When the two of us walked out of the bathroom, we ran right into Jana.

"Diving into bathrooms with the new guy. I'm impressed," she teased.

"You should be. We were doing really nasty things," Mitch said.