I live in kind of a dorm/efficiency situation. I have a room to myself, I share a bathroom with one person. There is a bathroom in the main hall that anyone can use.
I go out today and all I can smell is BLEACH. OMG burn nose ow bleach. Going past the door of the bathroom anyone can use, I see a sign : Out of Order, Do Not Use Toilet. And bleach fumes like crazy.
So I leave, come back in an hour. Bleachy fumes still there, sign still there. I poke my head in to see if it's something I might be able to fix. Nope, log clogging it, plunger sitting there, looks like it's been attempted. Ok. Crap. No fan to help the bleach fumes!
After that I called the building manager/apt manager AND the maintenance crew. One of the people who live here uses that shower for herself, doesn't use the bathroom she's assigned to. She's also not very high functioning, so I don't think she'd call the boss. I did.
But I'm STILL smelling the bleach. Going into the laundry room to start a load...WHOOOF. Yep. There was a bowl with a mop head and bleach. Heavy duty bleach. I rinsed both of those out, tried to get the fumes gone...my lungs hurt.
Of course, I can't tell D, the neighbor that More Bleach Does Not Mean Kill More Germs. It Just Means Fumes. She'd...get physical. I'm still doing my laundry, I still smell the fumes from the shared bathroom, *hack*. I could open the front door to the bldg but..bleh. I'll call the manager in the morning.
D's a bitch.
I go out today and all I can smell is BLEACH. OMG burn nose ow bleach. Going past the door of the bathroom anyone can use, I see a sign : Out of Order, Do Not Use Toilet. And bleach fumes like crazy.
So I leave, come back in an hour. Bleachy fumes still there, sign still there. I poke my head in to see if it's something I might be able to fix. Nope, log clogging it, plunger sitting there, looks like it's been attempted. Ok. Crap. No fan to help the bleach fumes!
After that I called the building manager/apt manager AND the maintenance crew. One of the people who live here uses that shower for herself, doesn't use the bathroom she's assigned to. She's also not very high functioning, so I don't think she'd call the boss. I did.
But I'm STILL smelling the bleach. Going into the laundry room to start a load...WHOOOF. Yep. There was a bowl with a mop head and bleach. Heavy duty bleach. I rinsed both of those out, tried to get the fumes gone...my lungs hurt.
Of course, I can't tell D, the neighbor that More Bleach Does Not Mean Kill More Germs. It Just Means Fumes. She'd...get physical. I'm still doing my laundry, I still smell the fumes from the shared bathroom, *hack*. I could open the front door to the bldg but..bleh. I'll call the manager in the morning.
D's a bitch.
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