6:40 p.m. - 2002-11-26
Actually it wasn’t hard to not do it, but it was hard to not think about it as he lectured me. Or would have been I guess if I tried not to.
I’m working in the head office doing all kinds of carpentry to the building this week. At about 10am a stench permeated the building that was not unlike when my ol step dad had an egg salad sandwich for lunch and gastro intestinal so on and so on. Everybody assumed it was me since I’m the disgusting little hammer ape, but they were wrong. It wasn’t me, it was the goddamned sewer vent releasing fumes into the HVAC vents. Smelled like poo, it did.
IRregardless, what a bunch of crybabies! We’ve all smelled poo before folks, and as unpleasant as it is compared to fresh baked bread or a bushel of pine needles, it won’t kill the neck out of you.
I’m a crybaby too though. Wah, wah, I’m not depressed anymore. Boo hoo, my boss doesn’t give me credit for my work. Owie-ouch, I got shocked by 110volt current while I was changing the wiring—actually, that smarted a bit.
Well, my tummy hurts, time for baby to eat.