I have a lot of thoughts about work. One thought, not shared by all, is that I am not at work to make friends. I don’t wake up in the morning to go hang out with my buddies. I drag my sorry ass out of bed, away from my slumbering puppy dogs, and show up to do the job I am paid to do so that when I am not at work, I can afford to do the things I like doing. Like sleeping under a roof, climbing mountains, feeding my dogs, and eating Chinese food.
But I digress…as always…
I have a “diploma” in a plastic bin stored in my mother’s attic that verifies that I graduated from grade school some time in the early ’90s.
If someone is stinky tell them or sit down, shut up and do a quick pit check on yourself, just in case. What you do not do, is run down the row of cublicles laughing gleefully as you say, “Oh my gosh! Someone stinks! Guess who. I can’t tell you but ask so-n-so, she’s knows what I’m talking about!! Teehee!”
You are seriously just asking to be throat punched.
Asked if this week was any better than the last. I replied…Well, I hate people. So as long as they keep trying to interact with me, I don’t see things looking up.
Someone does indeed stink. But you and I disagree on the olfactor offender.