It’s a good thing I like all my co-workers. A couple of them are on my one good nerve today, and a begging for me to knock a wooley wart on their heads.
Miss Smoker-Then-Spray-Stinky-Spray has added a new odiferous assault to my already-twitching nostrils: a candle. I promise I am going to ask her the next time I’m moseying by her desk if that scent is “Essence of Kitty Litter” or “Eau de dirty sox.” At this moment, she has sprayed "the spray" and the candle is wafting. She’s trying to kill me! Somebody. Help. Me.
The other irritating thing this fine Monday is someone thinking I am her administrative assistant. I’m not. Now that that’s cleared up, she can quit wondering why I just look at her when she says those silly things.
On a bright note, I've remained on plan all weekend!
2 comments:
Candles can be burned where you work... isn't that a fire hazzard?? Man, if it smells like kitty litter or dirty sox I'd be having to ask someone higher up about in hopes to get rid of it! Great job on staying on plan!
I bet the minute someone burns the joint down they'll put a stop to candles! lol
I did ask her if that was "essence of kitty litter" and she giggled like I was joking, but shortly thereafter she blew it out. Heheh
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