Remember my post from a couple of days ago about how I came as close as I could handle to dealing with a bathroom-related accident at work? Well today that changed. Today I had to take a couple of kids to the bathroom. While the first one was in the bathroom, the second one was waiting with me in the hall for his turn. I looked over at him and tried joking around with him. Instead of laughing, he had this weird look on his face. Then I looked down and saw a dark spot growing on the front of his pants. NOOO!!!! ohshitohshitohshitohshitohshit What do I do?! My instinct was to call for another teacher to come get him. I didn’t want to deal with it. I couldn’t.
But I did. I sucked it up and tried to remember to breathe. I got his change of clothes and I–yes, crazy, germophobic me–took care of it. I only washed my hands four times afterward and I didn’t shower until just a few minutes ago.
I’m glad to be ending this job on a high note. I’m glad that I stuck with it all summer. I got way more out of this job than I put in.