Tuesday, January 09, 2007

It could always be worse, I guess...



A couple of years ago my boss decided to buy me 2 chairs (one pictured) to put in my office so he would have a proper place to sit when talking to me. As you can see the chair is really quite nice – what good taste he has…

Today he decided to get the contractors who are working on the building to “touch up” the paint job in my office. The two painters did not speak English, but we did not need any Spanish to English translation to interpret: “This paint smells like ass!!! What wrong with it?” Fresh paint should make you feel good, like – everything is clean and “brand new” – not like you are going to pass out. I have never had the pleasure of experiencing the particular toxic fumes emitted by this particular brand of paint before. ( maybe my boss got a deal on it?)

As the Mexican guys were moving my delightfully attractive circa 70’s furniture I think I caught the other not lost in translation of “The furniture looks like ass”. The furniture was another office improvement idea of my boss. I think that he should stick to chairs.






Personally, I think I should get some type of good sport, best employee award for sitting in an office with piss green walls, a smell of over ammonized piss and furniture that should have been delivered to the junk yard 2 decades ago.

I must say, the chairs are no doubt my reward for the other things that are lacking, and at least I have my own, office with a door…

8 comments:

Kønig Hasemörder said...

I think the piss smell from the paint is due to bacterial growth. You're most likely inhaling little critter shit vapor.

I like the green. It looks soothing.

wishin said...

That office looks familiar. Do I know it from somewhere??

Raspootin said...

Critter shit vapor?

How reassuring, no wonder my left eye is swollen and I keep coughing.

bwcubed said...

at least you have nice co-workers

Raspootin said...

Yes - that is a very good point!

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moontrails said...

I don't see may personal items around. Did you put them away because of the painting work? I think you should add fake plants and a few personal photos. BTW: Were they using oil based paints? That's just crazy - no wonder you were dying!

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