tisdag 2 juni 2009

A normal day at work

Kevin Harkness

The laundry. In the laundry you can find sheets, alot of sheets, and we have to fold about 100000000000 of them every day. You can also find tables, tables where we just put clothes on for the crazy ladies in the back to fold later. The crazy ladies in the back are... how can I put it... there own species. That's the nice way of putting it though. I would just say they're retarded.

Example:

Yesterday one of the ladies walked around by herself singing "SOS... SOS... SOS". I couldn't help filling in "...a tiger took my family..." and she immediately looked at me, smiled, walked away and kept on going "SOS...SOS!".

Later, one of the other ladies walked around with several small boxes of pills in her hands, she accidently dropped everything on the floor and started to whine and scream "OOOYY OY OOOY AYY AAAY AY!". Me and Malin couldn't help burst out laughing. She looked at us in silence for one second, picked up her pills from the floor and kept on going with her folding like nothing just happened.


Another example is what happended today outside the bomb shelter (see Malins last post). What happened was we started walking out from the laundry with the crazy ladies in the back showing us the way, when we arrived to to the shelter one of the ladies exclaimed "HAHAHHAHA the door is locked and we don't have the key! If this was a real war we would all be dead by now, HAHAHA!!"

What can I say..? Just a normal day at work.

/Maxime

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