I woke up this morning to the surprise realization that a construction team came into my bedroom and installed fiberglass insulation in my sinus cavities. Ain't nothing getting through. It's hard to get any work done when your gray matter has been replaced by straw stuffing.
Funk numero dos: How much body odor do you have to endure to be polite? The janitor that cleans the office is, uh, 'developmentally disabled'. Normally, there would no problem -- good for him, he found a job.
Except for a few things.
His "bouquet" combines the best of that unwashed hermit smell while still leaving enough odiforous liberty for some empty dumpster aroma. Once, as an added bonus, he brought in some gas to share with us. Am I being insensitive?
Too bad, there's more: He makes fart noises while cleaning, which is unfortunate because cleaning happens to be his job. Last night, he stood over me, shuffling papers around on my desk in order to dust the computer the papers were ON TOP OF.
The obvious solution is to not be in the office while it's being cleaned, which is what I assume happens at real companies. The problem is that he makes janitorial performances at random on Monday or Friday. Sometimes both. I can't just get up and leave as soon as I hear fart noises approaching my desk, because it's obvious to everyone in the office that's exactly what I'm doing. We received a lecture from the office manager about how we have to respect him. I can continue to breath through my mouth during close encounters, but that sort of scheme makes algorithim development a little difficult.
This is so stupid. NO WORK can get done when the guy is here. Everyone knows this, but oddly no one seems to care. So this brings me back to my original question. If the answer is anything less than "bring in the firehose", I think I have something to gripe about.
Posted by eric at March 22, 2005 09:26 AM
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ah, but here's the good news: i was right! surprising, confusing even, but it's true! i was right that it would be funny, yes, outright hysterical to hear about this, when you are not personally involved any longer. some not so new news: it feels good to be right. and it feels great, being able to laugh about this. thank you for your post, you made my day.
Posted by: alex at March 22, 2005 11:41 AM
Since when do cleaning people come during the day? You should get some deodarant and in big letters write "PLEASE, IN THE NAME OF ALL THAT IS HOLEY, USE THIS MR CLEANING SMELLS-LIKE-URINE RANKY MAN."
Or maybe that's just me.
Posted by: Becka at March 23, 2005 09:30 AM