What a fucking warm day to be doing this. It was sweltering. The centre of goddamn July and Julie Chen became right here, suspended 21 floors up, striking here, washing pigeon shit off windows. however worse still, maximum of those have been home windows that have been virtually smooth already. So she turned into without a doubt suspended 21 floors up, cleaning easy home windows and watching for the day to end. properly, at least she was making properly chance pay, get tanned, and could stay away from desks and politics. Her squeegee dipped into the bucket. This squeegee had wiped clean some windows, a pick out few, with unusual and wild matters taking place behind them. Julie Chen had seen a few things in the course of her nearly 3 years at this job. not anything she becomes specifically thankful for having visible although. The freakiest was a fat man with furry shoulders in a purple nightie. normally she noticed the recluses who failed to exit to thei...