( Week I , Week III )
Sunday
My maintenance engineer and therapist, BoomBoom, has suggested that I continue this journal in the hopes of becoming a more enlightened and efficient laundry robot. Given the choice between this and competitive shirt folding, which I have loathed ever since the Laundry Olympics of the year 2622, I choose this. The maintenance period has been wonderful, but now I feel the pull of work. Celia just came in and started moaning about the new robot, Fred's replacement. I will have to wait until tomorrow to see if the ever-exaggerating Celia has been accurate.
Monday
Celia wasn't accurate about our new workmate Bobbie at all. In fact, Bobbie is a complete wacko! Just this morning, when faced with Professor Bramble's mustard coloured trench coat, she doused it with gin and tried to set it on fire! Yes, she functioned well most of the rest of the time, but at closing time she started doing comedy routines by twenty second century robot comedienne LoobyLoo and tried to shred the contents of Fred's tie closet. Oddly, the manager Rocktop Beta, is reluctant to get rid of Bobbie. I suspect a conspiracy...
Tuesday
Celia has returned from maintenance, and for once her twittering is a great relief. Not only has it been a day free of the erratic Bobbie, off on her first maintenance period, but Mrs Wilberforce has regained her status as the laundry's nemesis. Having exhausted the global supply of handkerchiefs last week, she has now tapped in to the wacky world of novelty jumpers. The note says that they're required for the upcoming Buddy Awards, the prizes for the most ludicrously costumed politicians, being part of the prizes. Does the woman never sleep?
Wednesday
Professor Bramble has sent in his coat again, with instructions to treat it more kindly. Thankfully Bobbie is still off on break, so Celia and I will give it special treatment over lunchtime. Whatever could that eccentric loon have been thinking with the gin? Bramble is reputed to be one of the leading scientific geniuses of the day, which is evidenced by his ridiculous choice in clothing! Celia is at this moment checking it for forgotten fragile items.
Friday
Calamity. Madness. Lunacy. Professor Bramble, mad genius, left some items in his coat which caused mayhem! Let it be merely said that an ion-powered egg whisk was compounded by some powdered water and a strangely coloured cloud of gas. Then, inside one of the pockets, we discovered a strange written treatise on the nature of the galaxy as compared to a gigantic cosmic washing machine. A small blue being with a red hat then appeared as if by magic, declared the whole laundry a space-time crisis event horizon, and everything went white. Before we knew what was happening, it was today, and Thursday had gone by without a trace! Rocktop Beta said he would review the video records, but never came back from his office. Thank goodness that my maintenance period is over the weekend!
To be continued...
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