Day 2 of training. While it was a good training, full of applicable, relevant information, it was still the 6th day of work in a row, and my brain was a little fried. At the first break in the morning, I went to the bathroom, only to find that the toilet´s water pressure was a little low and it wouldn't flush. Our toilets at school have a hose bidet, and you can control the pressure of the bidet by turning a little knob on the wall next to the toilet. I saw a similar knob next to this toilet, so I bent over and gave it a quick turn, thinking it might adjust the pressure of the rest of the toilet. Nope. It was the knob that actually turned on the bidet. A massively pressurized jet of bidet water came shooting out of the toilet and soaked me. I had toilet water dripping from my sweater and my pants. I had to take my pants and shirt off and WRING WATER out of them. You know me, I don´t want to make a scene or make anyone cater to me, so I just acted like nothing happened (luckily I was wearing black and dark grey, so you could barely tell I was wet). I rejoined my group for the rest of the day, damp with bidet water. You can bet as soon as I got home I was in that shower scrubbing myself. I couldn't even bring myself to put those clothes in the hamper with the rest of my clothes.
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