The Story Of My Life..

5.20am. The alarm goes off. BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEEEEEEEEEPBEEEEEEEEPBEEEEEEEP. My thoughts, ugh can whoevers alarm that is please make it stop? Then it starts doing its freaking out heart attack beep. Like belelbpepepebpepbpepbepbepeb!!!! And my thoughts go, THATS MINE. Groaning I roll over to turn it off and reluctantly I get out of bed to get ready. 5.45am; in the kitchen. Say "Morgen" to Lothar and proceed to scoop jam, pour cereal, plop yogurt, dump the juice into pitchers, prepare the bread and all that jazz. 6.30am I open the door to unleash the students into the dining room. They eat. I refill the sandwiche meat b.c they are like animals and go through meat like its nothing. Then they leave. We clean. Next group! The Foto Woche group has its breakfast. Everyone leaves the kitchen but I must stay in case someone wants to refill anything. So I'm chilling with my pretzel, coffee and peanut butter and nutella. MMMM. They leave. We clean. We have our daily Hand Cream party. Then we split up into two groups, two people stay behind to work in the kitchen with Lothar and two others go to clean their designated floors. So today was my turn to clean my floors. So I am the resident cleaner of the top floor and ground floor of the Main House. The top floor consists of pretty much all the male staff members, one room of six male students and one room of four female students. Those poor, poor girls. I clean the sinks, wipe the mirrors, scrub the toilet, collect the garbage then I get to the shower... this is probably the strangest shower I have ever encountered. It is pretty much a closet in the wall. You open the door and there is the shower. So you have to actually hang your towel in the hall way then when you are done showering you somehow manage to grab your towel and get it around you with the door open in the hallway. Like I said, poor girls. I continue to clean the shower, I get inside of it so that I can wipe the inside of the glass door causing my shoes to get rather soapy and wet. I try to avoid getting the actually cloth part of my shoe wet so I stand on the sorta... ridge of the shower.. I slip.. I fall out of the shower... land on my bucket full of soapy water.. spill it all over my back and the ground.. I start laughing my face off. It was actually the highlight of my day. So I dry everything off then vacuum and mop the floors. Ground floor! So I must clean the boys toilet downstairs which contains a Urinal.. so that is always an adventure to clean. I vacuum, Kerstin mops and we are done! Wooo!! Lunch time. Yay. I make faces at the adorable like 4 month old baby and he smiles. SOOO cute. Then nap outside on the couch, talk to a couple of students, go to town with Anna and Kendra to buy Katerine some flowers and back here!! I hope you enjoyed the story of my life. Thus concludes the average day of MacKenzie. :)