On the uneventful mornings in hostels

I was giving my closing argument in front of what seemed to be like faculty members sitting in front of me. I think the whole idea of having to defend myself in front of the disco was making me sweat, and then suddenly I heard a noise of something vibrating near me. I turned around to see Denny Crane sitting behind me, and then I actually thought it was the “blood-flow” meter of his that was on vibrate mode. It was then that I reasoned that all this can’t be true, and then I opened my eyes to see the blinking lights of my phone next to my bed.
I lunged for it and a few snooze commands later, I was no longer sprawled on my bed. Sitting up on my bed I looked up to see the fan switched off, which explained my “tension” in the disco scene. While making sense of what was going on, I involuntarily grabbed the handkerchief placed conveniently near my right hand and sneezed in it two times with ghastly force, leaving my chest heaving, and me thinking whether life is worth all this trouble. At that point of time, I remembered that I have a cold currently, and well, whatever grumpy perception I had about the day to come, just became a hundred times worse. Fortunately light was not a problem as I had gotten up almost at noon, which is what typically happens when you sleep at 4 or 5 in the morning.
After sitting on my bed for around 10 min trying to gather my thoughts and making my head stop spinning, I decided its about time I moved my ass of my bed. So, well that is precisely what I did. After checking mail and other yada yada stuff, I headed for the door. Even though it was noon, the sunlight still irritated my eyes, so making them small, I walked across the corridor to the bathroom, swaying laterally as I went. I heard some voices as I went to the urinals. What I find interesting in retrospect is that my mind blocked out all those voices while I was taking a leak. Heading to the wash basins, I noticed water on the floor, but I did not give it much thought.
This is where the reason for this post becomes clear. The basin is very short for a guy like me, and when I looked up from the basin and straightened up, I froze for a second. Right there, behind me were two ecoclean ladies mopping the floor. It was then that blood suddenly rushed to my brain and I realized I was standing in front of a wash basin wearing a t-shirt and boxers in front of two ecoclean ladies. These two ladies who stopped mopping the floor when I turned around and gave me a look that said “what the hell do you think you are doing in a ladies’ bathroom?”.
I was a bit angry at the system for sometime, but then I realized that in all probability, they would have thought I was wearing proper shorts that were just, well short. I have no idea what is up with ecoclean and why they have this sudden shortage of male employees. All I can say is that if these ecoclean ladies can barge into our toilets, students should at least be allowed to come inside the damn hostel.