My office adventures continue! Ok, let's start from the beginning. I switched companies (no more 36yr old stalker soccer mom harassing me)! Festive, right?! I know... I was elated too! Moving on! I am now with ERA Realtors. Kudos to them for employing fabulous people (meaning myself, naturally). Lovely spacious office I have too. Yes! No more freaking cubical, an actual office with a door that I can shut too. SCORE! The bathroom is conveniently located right next to my office. OMG... work is great. Almost a personal bathroom, my own office, no stalker moms, I'm feeling FABULOUS (in my homo voice).
But then tragedy struck! A foul stench attacked my nostrils ninja style and i couldn't let their kung-fu grip go and there was no escaping it. It was an unfamiliar odor. A mix of smells; if you will. It was like my own personal bubble had been infiltrated with the toxic odors of rotting placenta and cabbage....infused with the unforgettable potent smell of ever so popular 1985 Charlie perfume (found conveniently in all the finest drug stores or dollar trees in your area)! YES! In case you haven't already figured this out... I'll go ahead and write in all caps for you, so you can understand my struggles. I SHARE THE SAME VENTS AS THE BATHROOM! Thats right! My beloved large office is the f'n stinky office!
And this is how i realized it: friday afternoon i had my office door shut and was diligently ( i read the dictionary) working on my laptop. When out of no where it sounded like there was someone benching 500lbs and kinda squealing with an occasional balloon slowly letting out air. It was then that i realized i needed to put on my sherlock holmes thinking hat and investigate, double O siete style. So I slowly walk out of my office and low and behold the bathroom door was locked. So I creeped around the corner and hid behind a cubical! Swinging open the bathroom door comes this ginormous beastly looking manly woman (shera on steroids), almost running out the bathroom, with the stench of Charlie and afterbirth chasing her. I was mortified! But it was too late. Hot garbage ( the stench) had already secretly sunk its death claws into my poor nostrils. There was no escaping it! It was like I was playing hide and seek with a ghost. And it would always find me. I was corned by my worst nightmare. What was I too do? Fight an invisible beast with Lysol? I had to send a file to a client, I couldn't leave! So I did the unthinkable! HAHA..... I'm a freakin genious! I stuck two cotton balls up my nose and continued to work! Hell, all I could smell was my lotion.
Needless to say, i think H.G. melted my nose hairs off.
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