Last night as I was trying to head on to bed, I smelled the skunks. I figured the cray-cray with two ROs and one CPO by moi was lit with the weeds. That’s because the bedroom window is opened so that I could breath fresh petrol-laden outdoor air of suburbia.
Then I positioned the vertical electric fan in front of the cracked opened window and directed the flow of air into the bathroom where the ceiling fan would circulate indoor air back outside. I had the ceiling fan of the bathroom behind the shared wall turned on to double the sucking of bad air outside.
My favorite technique didn’t work as the skunk air lingered.
Suddenly I remembered to open up the Bible. I was brushing my teeth or had struggled with objects in my hand while I tried to grab the book from the topmost shelf of a vertical four-layered bookcase.
As soon as I entered my bedroom which was once shared with my mommy downstairs, I opened the good book a HUGE whitish version to Ezekiel V. The New Israel. I meant that I noticed that the smell disappeared!
Brouhaha. So I guess I can’t stop working for those Brethren. Sigh. Yup.
So far I’m still working temp into my fifth month with no hope of sign of being permanently placed with these unionized thugs.
But today the girl wanted to sit with me and pretend to write notes on my understanding of what I’ve learned so far and if there are any changes to the membership withdrawal process.
So tomorrow she wants to go over the other process of which I received and incoming to use the long method of typing or doing data entry, meaning I’ll use the mouse instead of keyboard shortcuts to walkthrough the process. Brouhaha. I mean that way.
Leave a Reply