The Argos Sagas Part 2
There is one place every man fears to enter. A place that unless he absolutely has to, or has ample compensation for, will not tread. For this said man slash yeti slash dwarf, that place is the third floor.
The third floor (which is actually the second floor) is right above the 'hub' if you will, the busiest floor of the warehouse, yet when the lift slams to a halt you could be on the moon. There is usually only one person at a time on the third floor, and the only sound is a muffled hum from the plant room down stairs. Where the stock is put is in the middle of a big opening, lit with horror-movie-flickering lights that has many rooms leading off of it. Some of these rooms are boarded up and sealed with screws. There is a room that while lit, has a board that doesn't quite cover the doorframe of another further room meaning there is about a face heights worth of pitch-black nothingness. When passing try as you might you can't help looking at it, and if I ever see a face there I'm just going to slip into a shock induced death for the hell of it. But some are completely open and completely dark. There is one big room that has three cages full of barbecues and a pair of metal shutters on an exterior wall, that's it. There is one tiled room that just has five Christmas trees in it.
I think it is worth noting at this point I have a fear verging on phobia of floor to ceiling tiled rooms. And of kitchens. Get a tiled kitchen and I'm in Fiji before you can say, "I say what an interesting hob".
It doesn't help when there's stories I've heard from the stock manager about a room up there filled with meat hooks, presumably a throw back to when the store was a supermarket. And another room with floor to ceiling grimy white tiles and sitting in the middle of it a single green plastic chair. If I ever see that room I think I'll turn ever paler.
Throw into the mix the human mind's morbidity and insistence to see things that aren't there (an example just off the top of my head: an axe wielding murder in every dark space) and you've got one pretty scary floor.
My only solace is that they will try to phase out the usage of the third floor when the new catalogue comes out.
If I'm still alive by then.
The third floor (which is actually the second floor) is right above the 'hub' if you will, the busiest floor of the warehouse, yet when the lift slams to a halt you could be on the moon. There is usually only one person at a time on the third floor, and the only sound is a muffled hum from the plant room down stairs. Where the stock is put is in the middle of a big opening, lit with horror-movie-flickering lights that has many rooms leading off of it. Some of these rooms are boarded up and sealed with screws. There is a room that while lit, has a board that doesn't quite cover the doorframe of another further room meaning there is about a face heights worth of pitch-black nothingness. When passing try as you might you can't help looking at it, and if I ever see a face there I'm just going to slip into a shock induced death for the hell of it. But some are completely open and completely dark. There is one big room that has three cages full of barbecues and a pair of metal shutters on an exterior wall, that's it. There is one tiled room that just has five Christmas trees in it.
I think it is worth noting at this point I have a fear verging on phobia of floor to ceiling tiled rooms. And of kitchens. Get a tiled kitchen and I'm in Fiji before you can say, "I say what an interesting hob".
It doesn't help when there's stories I've heard from the stock manager about a room up there filled with meat hooks, presumably a throw back to when the store was a supermarket. And another room with floor to ceiling grimy white tiles and sitting in the middle of it a single green plastic chair. If I ever see that room I think I'll turn ever paler.
Throw into the mix the human mind's morbidity and insistence to see things that aren't there (an example just off the top of my head: an axe wielding murder in every dark space) and you've got one pretty scary floor.
My only solace is that they will try to phase out the usage of the third floor when the new catalogue comes out.
If I'm still alive by then.
posted by ʎ at 12:06 PM
2 Comments:
That sounds ALMOST as bad as savers!!!!
Lol, poor Argos monkey ;(
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