The Store Room

male member of staff refuses to go inside
warns me against working in there
says horrible fungi and poisionous fumes
probably

spent 20 minutes in there earlier in the day
so much dust and mold
came out feeling like i had been smoking
cough cough cough

apparently room floods when it rains

return after lunch with Glen20
spray until room looks misty and shut door
come back later
smells better anyway

arsing about poking about in boxes
reading files
bopping away to my walkman and singing
ooo i will release myself unto you oooo
box of old phone stuff and network cables
amused to be thinking of network cables as old
learnt to type on a manual typewriter
foam on telephone headset disolves as finger touches
make icky face and scrub hand on trousers
continue to poke through box
pulling on cord
maybe connected to some kind of modem or something?
nasty smell
greasy sticky feel
ooo oooo ooo
cave and race upstairs to bathroom and wash hands
go in search of rubber gloves
find cool old photo of old men
one guy with slicked back hair
clark gable moustache
and high belted trousers
awesome

hands are all pruny from the sweat collected in rubber gloves
i feel desperately in need of a bath