Reply With QuoteOh, mother of...it's back. The hammy smell is back.
Do I just light a scented candle, or do I go see 'Contagion' to get helpful CDC containment tips?!?
Wilbur
Office smells like spoiled ham.
Am in landscaping supply warehouse.
Calculating odds of random pig corpse having been inadvertently wedged in and stored amongst stacked bags of fertilizer.
Must now expand list of workplace concerns to include both inevitability of manure-based explosion AND infection with weird, decomposition-based airborne disease.
Oh, mother of...it's back. The hammy smell is back.
Do I just light a scented candle, or do I go see 'Contagion' to get helpful CDC containment tips?!?
How often do they have mandatory-fridge-cleanout-day at your office? Maybe it's time again?
Kitchen and giant industrial-sized fridge are one floor down and cloistered away behind two continuously-closed doors.Originally Posted by ardaniel
Also, climate-control system up here completely independent.
Maybe is in office with me?
Agh. Agh.
Am going to die of decomposing deli-meat disease.
I am not a morning person.
Whine, whine, whine! I only woke you up a half an hour earlier than normal. And that was only so you could come to my eye doctor appointment and make fun of me for having a crush on Doctor Supermodel.
I continue to whine because I AM STILL IN WAKING AGONY, MISTER SMUGGYPANTS!
The coffee...IT DOES NOTHING!
Heh.
Heh-heh.
You looked so helpless in that chair.
You kept vacillating between this kind of yearning expression, and a rictus of abject terror.
I don't want to work.
I just want to bang on these drums all day.
Accumulation of rancid semi-filled coffee cups now critical. Cannot be transported in one trip; must use box for clandestine operation.
Do not quite know how I am going to manage all of those things together.
Think will have to choose between successful execution or abject shame.
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