Toilet swimming

Today was interesting. We were doing deep cleaning, which I have very love-hate feelings towards. Joy and I were done the rest of the room while Rach was still working on the bathroom. I asked if the toilet was done, because I was checking stuff off the list, and I guess they assumed that meant I wanted to do it. Not really. But I did anyways. When we were taking the toilet seat off, Rach dropped a rubber washer into the toilet bowl, and we were all like.. oh no. Joy and Rach argued for a bit, "You get it." "No, you." "You have gloves on!" So I just reached in and grabbed it... bare handed, haha. They're like, eeww that's the toilet! But it's just water. Anyways, a few seconds later, I dropped something else in, and just reached in again. Then I was laying over the open toilet cleaning the floor around in with a toothbrush (oh yes, deep cleaning is just that, deep and hardcore.) Anywho.. I was thinking, prolly most of my shirt was hanging in the water, but luckily it wasn't. Then I was just sitting there scrubbing the inside of the bowl with the brush, wasting time, and they're like.. "you really like that toilet don't you. You say you don't, but I think you're just trying to make us thing you don't."
That's my toilet story. Also, hanging in the hallway that leads to the staff dining room and laundry room and crap, is a sign for the guest laundry room. Usually when I'm alone I run and jump up and smack it with my hand. So when Rachael and I were walking down the hall, I got a good run and smacked it, but apparently really hard cos when I turned around it was just.... dangling there. By one side. Haha.. I knocked it off. We were both laughing like retards, and Laszlo was in the laundry room looking at us like... uh oh. Haha.. I'm like... "Laszlo!! Can you give me a hand??" hehe... And as usual, he just looks at us and shakes his head.