Oh, The Marriott Center

What can you really say about a place where you spend 40+ hours of your week, voluntarily? Well, I'll have you know that some really spectacular things go on at the Marriott Center (where I work as a janitor, mind you). Last Saturday I was at work and we were cleaning chairs in the loges at the Stadium. Three other girls and I were using this huge machine to do it. It ran out of water, so I took it to get it filled up. The hose from the sink goes into this rather large hole in the machine. Anyways, I turned on the hot water but it was taking forever to fill up. So I decided to turn on the cold water too, ya know to make it fill up faster. Bad idea. I guess there was too much pressure, because the hose flew out of the hole and got me completely soaked. I kept trying to grab it, but it was positioned perfectly by my foot facing up, so every time I tried to get it the only thing that happened was that I got sprayed in the face. The three girls had come to my rescue when they heard my screams, but there was really nothing that they could do for me. I was on my own. Eventually I got the water turned off, and was left standing in a puddle of water on the floor. After rolling up my dripping pants and wiping out my shoes with a couple of rags, we called it a day and took the rest of the shift easy. I do however, have some unfinished business with that hose.