Yesterday's "social hour" at work featured a cold appetizers menu of boiled shrimp, fresh strawberries, and pinwheel sandwiches. This morning the office smelled like a lake at low tide. Our intrepid* office manager, who had not bothered to rinse off the strawberries (which is neither here nor there, just gross), had failed to return last night to clean up, as promised. To remedy the situation, she emptied several cans of air freshener in and around the offensive conference room. When I walked past several minutes later, I inhaled so many chemicals I fear my reproductive health has been seriously compromised.
*I'm not sure what intrepid means, but I'm using it here to mean waste of a faux leather executive chair.
Friday, February 29, 2008
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