Smelly Things

I'm currently the victim of chemical warfare in my office building.

A catastrophe happened over the weekend, where the kitchenette flooded. The maintenance people sucked up all the water, then put on a fan to 'dry' the carpeting.  Then today, some enterprising cleaning person decided the damp carpet looked dirty and sprayed the most noxious carpet cleaner on the floor in the middle of the work day, with the fan pointed out into the hallway spreading the fumes into the entire office space.

Yes, my head is splitting. I can't eat and I'm currently in an email battle with the dimwits at corporate facilities and the building maintenance. I haven't puked yet - only because the mere thought of food sends me into a panic so there is nothing there.

As I tried to explain to the chemically brain-rotted maintenance person, as he started to add a layer of aerosol fragrance to the already nasty chemical stew floating in the air, that he was making people in the area sick -  I was told that he felt fine and that I didn't know what I was talking about.

I felt that projectile vomiting, while it would have made my point, was beneath me.

This afternoon, the smell of the chemicals has dissipated, but the damage is done.  I know that the next couple of days may turn into a complete cluster, courtesy of the nincompoops here at work.  I can only hope that when I get into the fresh air some of the headache will go away.

If not, someone is going to pay for my missed work.  It won't come out of my vacation.