On December 30th of last year a funny incidence happened at work, or as I prefer to call it Crazy Inc. (Oh shit I best explain Inc. not meaning Incorporated. I think of it as more Incarcerated! Yep! Would I kid you?) As you might ascertain from some of my stories the I. Q. level where I work is a wee bit low! Probably because we work during the hours of 6PM TO 6AM. It’s called the graveyard shift for a reason, I reckon!
First off, I must tell you I don’t make these stories up. I understand this may be hard to comprehend if you live in a world of “normal” people! Although, I’m not sure what normal is anymore! About 20 years ago I was going through some life altering moments. (Moments my ass more like years.) I believe some of the residue still clings! I was convinced that I was the one with what I’ll call “brain farts”! (Too much thinking releasing excess gas into the brain singeing them already frayed synapses!) To get back in the game of life once more, I search for a job as far away from what I once did. That was supervision and it did the trick. However; I transferred to the graveyard shift after a few years of working days (Normal hours.) for monetary reasons.
YES IN CASE YOU’RE WONDERING WHERE IS THE STORY, I MUST LAY A FOUNDATION EVEN FOR MY MADNESS! I reckon you get the picture.