You know it's been a rough week . . .

A friend calls me up today to tell me about the exorcism that was performed at her work place the other day. Even though we were on the phone, I still did a double take.

She says that her office is in an old, refurbished building. It's odd. And, sometimes when it rains, the office will flood. Drains have been installed. Parking lots have been reconfigured. New carpet installed. A couple of weeks ago, it flooded again. She said that while she and her co-worker ran to get the sandbags used to keep water from pouring in the front door, her boss stood in the reception area and screamed "NOT MY CARPET" and was basically no help.

Then, when the waters were contained, the boss says "I believe there are demons in this building." My friend said that she and her co-worker were being silly and assumed the boss was too. Until the next morning when they received an email instructing them to find "something" to purify the building.

They found a voodoo kit. The boss didn't think they should use voodoo and perhaps ought to try the christian route. She then (in an email) went on to say that she couldn't be the one to perform the ritual because is should be done by someone "without sin." She went on to suggest that she would be willing to purchase a bottle of baby oil if one of the employees would perform a ritual.

They were stunned that she was serious. So, one employee spoke with her preacher. And, LO! he agreed to bless the building and drive out the demons.

He arrived at the close of business yesterday, bottle of olive oil in hand. (Apparently, no mention of baby oil is made in the bible.) He went from office to office, anointing each door jamb with oil and asking that the work performed in the office be of service to the community. He did reach one office and threw both hands up and declared that the occupant of that office "didn't know Jesus" and asked that they be led to Jesus. He continued on with each office, occasionally throwing in something a little different for certain offices. When he reached the reception area, he asked special protection because there was no door, no protection from satan. (My friend use to be the receptionist before a promotion and now says she realized that's why she hated that job so much . . . no protection from satan.)

Funny thing is, this is the second "exorcism on the job" story I've heard . . . THIS WEEK.