In Which, An Assassination is Attempted, and Avoided

This weekend, the new Joshua class was initiated into weekend working at Hume Lake. I was off work before they showed up on Friday, so my first introduction to them was late Saturday morning when I came into work at 10:30a. All seemed nice and well on the surface, but deep inside, trouble was brewing. I'm not sure who found out first, but one told another and soon They had been contacted. And that's when things turned dirty. I was in the dishroom dumping something into the trash can when They put a bucket away above the sinks. (Of course, I didn't know it was Them at the moment. But that was all about to change - in the blink of an eye.) I scraped the last of the food from the pan and turned to put it on the counter when a 5-foot-tall, 30lb stack of heavy-duty buckets fell from the eye-level shelf to the floor, missing my head and hand by mere inches. Sassy McGee, Them, and I looked at the buckets in astonishment: only a split-second spin on the heel had saved my life. After a stunned moment, work slowly returned to normal. They resumed their job, though not without a glance and V-for-"I'm-watching-you" gesture from me. The remainder of the day They behaved, however. Only time will reveal the future's events.

In other news, I started my laundry today.