My name is, or at least was Elizabeth Marsh. That was about a month ago anyway, now it's Earl Covax. To whomever is reading this, I bet you are wondering how I wound up in this situation. Up until last month I had it all. A cute brunet in her mid 30's living in one of the nicest apartments in the city, I had little to complain about. That was until the market crash 2 months ago. You probably remember right? It was so bad most people threw themselves from building tops! It hit me so hard, I was about to sell my wardrobe but when no one would buy it, I stooped to the lowest of the low, selling it to strange men online. I wasn't stripping, and it wasn't porn, but they were very alluring outfits being worn while I was posing seductively. Known doubt I should have known, no self respecting woman would be interested. I just wanted enough to keep up my life style, so any money was good. That's when I met Earl...
Earl was a janitor here in this building but now that's me. I say that still with a smile instead of horror because we have a deal. A deal that's about to expire soon so I want to document the past month of my life. Unfortunately a janitor's job is never done in this place so I'll only be able to write from shift to shift. Right now my coveralls are covered in some mysterious goo, so forgive me while I change into something new.....
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