Hello my lovelies, your queen has finally calmed herself enough to tell you about the apparently haunted barn that I work in.
Now, your Queen is not prone to hysterics of any kind and I have a cold hard rock for a heart so things just do not frighten me. It irks people that I am so unflappable. I have walked down to the barn in the pitch black to check to make sure I did something, I pay zero attention to the weird noises that just randomly sound from out of no where. When the mice come calling, I catch them and let them go. I certainly don’t jump up on a desk and scream. I’m talking to you Carey.
So yesterday I went into the barn as per usual and walked into a laundry room underneath two feet of water. So I sloshed through it to get my barn boots and discovered that there was also a puddle of water directly in the middle of my office. This was decidedly strange because it was just there. There was no leak line from under the wall, no water trail, just a puddle in the middle of the office.
So, not being a hysterical person I took a picture and cleaned it up which took the better part of two hours, that is how much water there was. I assumed the washing machine had come unlocked somehow and that is how the water got there. I had a load in when I left the barn the night before. I cursed myself resoundingly for leaving a load of laundry going when I left and left it at that. My stupidity. I finished my days work, checked to make sure there was no laundry going and went inside for the night. I had had a long day and didn’t go out and check the barn that night and hind sight being 20/20 I should have.
I walked in this morning to a worse mess than I had on Monday and I was furious. It is so much wasted time to have to clean it up. It was exactly the same. And I was PISSED. I’m like “seriously, what the actual fuck.” We are talking about enough water for two hours at least worth of work, never mind all the shit that got we or ruined or both. I texted the boss of all bosses to apprise him of the situation and carried on about my day the whole time turning over an over in my head how this was happening. The answer was obvious. Ghosts. Ghosts were fucking with me. I figured I was setting a bad example as a queen if I didn’t at least try and catch the fucking thing. So I did all my regular work for the day and proceeded to wait for senor Ghost to make an appearance. So I double checked that the machine was empty and I closed the door and made sure it was closed. I waited, I did paperwork and watched some law and order off of my thumb drive while waiting. In hindsight once I caught it I would have probably have been truly fucked. Ghosts are mostly not friendly from what I hear.
Then when I was just about to give up, I heard it. The washing machine which is a front loader by the way clicked and the door opened and about 5 gallons of water spilled out with no end in sight. I immediately turned all the water to the machine off, and cursing resoundingly yet again I got the fucking mop. I told that washer where exactly I was going to stick that broom if it didn’t knock it off and I told the laundry demon to depart right now or he was getting the other end of the mop.
So it would seem that the check valve that lets water in when you are doing laundry has gone tits up and it just lets water in whether the machine is doing a load of laundry or not. So, I asked the machine politely if it would like to be crushed and turned into a waffle iron and told the demon I had no problem turning him into one as well. After that I turned off all the water and waited some more. After an hour I decided that the washing machine demon had departed. It is probably living in my toaster now. I will find out next time I make toast. If I get devil faces I guess I know where it went.
In some actual real news, Robert Durst is going to have to stand trial for the murder of his friend and hopefully for his wife as well although she was not mentioned in the news that I watched. That trial I am going to cover for two reasons. Firstly, this woman deserves some justice and Secondly because Robert Durst is completely off of his nut and I love crazy people trials.
That’s it for tonight
RBMD peacing the fuck out