This has to be a ridiculously passive-aggressive message to an employer. Right? Otherwise, they misunderstood their job so much they actually had to go out and find bar soap and ignore all the liquid soap lying around for this to occur.
Once again, I am so, so very appreciative to my editor. If you know you're not the greatest with grammar or vocabulary, maybe you should hire a freelance editor. They could save you some psychological scarring.
You can almost hear the sad Charlie Brown music. Paint doesn't actually take that long to dry, but when you're alone with your thoughts and how you messed up, it can feel like an eternity. A sad, sad eternity.
This isn't that bad. I mean, it's not like someone would install drawers if they actually needed storage space. You can always just leave stationary or medical supplies on the floor in a large pile and dig through it Double Dare style when you need something. Makes it way more fun, right?