Well...Originally Posted by Craterus
Mrs. Beirut pulls up to the house just as me and the guy I work with are detaching the chipper in the driveway. While I'm getting my gear out of his pickup, she goes inside and then comes out of the house and tells me that the office floor is covered with poop and diarrhea and barf. I have as strong a stomach as the next guy, but this had me right at the edge. The room was pretty warm and the air was, shall we say, thick. And the deal is, if the dog does it, I deal with it.
But I'd rather clean up dog shmoop and barf than see people getting nasty with their fellow Orgsters who are feeling a might down. This is the Frontroom and friendliness will be enforced at axe point is required.
But other than that I had a good day and made good coin. Just very tired.
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