How to Accidently Time Travel

If you are reading this, then chances are something pretty terrible or lame happened to me. My name is Florence but everyone calls me Flo... Or at least they used to anyway. I'm not sue how you can across my writings but I', sure it must be quite the circumstance. I guess I'll start from the beginning.

I'm a janitor (don't laugh) for a company called Time Corp. If you haven't heard of them, then you probably aren't from this century. If you aren't from this century, then this is going to sound really nuts but its all true. Time Corp. is in the business of well, time travel. Yeah that's right time travel.

See a while back, these guys figured out how to get around that whole space and time thing and started transporting people and things through time. Naturally, for a crazy operation like that you need somebody to keep your multi-billion dollar equipment clean and shiny and that's exactly how I got involved in this mess.

For the first few months, everything was going great. I was making good money, had a nice apartment and I was staying the hell out of business that didn't concern me. But sure enough, curiosity finally got me down a bad path. There's this old school expression from last century that you might know, "Curiosity Killed the cat." Well I can tell you that I ain't never seen curiosity kill anything. Curiosity can however, make you see and do a bunch of seriously crazy **** that you never thought possible.

Now a time machine is a funny thing. You would think that for a couple billion dollars, these scientist guys could make a machine that's pretty hard to screw around with. Turns out all you have to do is spill coffee on the control panel, panic, knock over a toolbox, trip and fall into a box just as a button gets pushed to go any where or any time I should say. Ever since that little malfunction, I've found myself in some predicaments that you would only here about in science fiction books.

That brings us to you, the person, historical figure, or spaceman that found my writings. What you are about to read is a journal of sorts. It contains my stories, crazy rants and observations about life and time. I should probably warn you that often times I didn't know where the hell I was or when I was so don't look for a lot of academia here. I am a janitor after all.

-Flo