Friday, January 7, 2011

and the wire seems to be the only place for me

my little job is kickin my ass today. im earning every effin (trying not to f~bomb) dollar!
my lady is a tad more aware, but will twist and climb and get herself in a pickle in 2 seconds. just like a toddler.
i have a massive amount of documents to go through...

i just saw a box with a wad of papers inside labeled 1986, all strapped up with (probably sticky) rubber bands,
the whole lot of it smells of dust and sadly.... cat
i went through 2 boxes today. maybe 200 pens. after the first dozen didnt work... i assumed the rest didnt either. plus they were hella old cheap advert pens. pens are way spiffier today. there was loads of old office supplies. fuck old, they were ancient. some were cool. others.... eww.
this old mopar paper clip was pretty intresting. it has a hole on back to hang it on a nail or something.

i found this inside. tiny little chanel no 5. my boss told me to get rid of all perfumes as my client is sensitive to them . it wouldnt open. there is only  1/4 inch of very dark (concentrated) brown oil remaining. 35 years? the glass top has fused with the bottle.
i found purses, that were too brittle to open. others an abomination to handbags everywhere. all kept in plastic grocery bags. i found bags of afghans that the plastic bag disintegrated when i touched it... and blankets so scratchy and horrid... a homeless person wouldnt use them. plastic bags upon bags with m ore plastc bags and one closet full of coat hangers and you guessed it. a garbage bag full of boxes of 30 gallon trash bags.12 boxes in all.

im very happy to be a gypsy.