The smellening

Yes. I do know that smellening is not a word. Anyway.

There's a stinky sandwich eater in my office. She or he must sit near me or, possibly, close to a big vent which quickly distributes the horrible whiff of the day to me.

About two weeks ago the big stink started. The woman who sat next to me cracked out a smelly meat (I'm guessing baloney or possibly pimento loaf) sandwich around 11:30 am. She quietly shoveled it into her mouth in about 10 minutes and proceeded to work for the rest of the day.

I must have some hypersensitive olfactory nerve because I can't make it for the 10 minutes required for her to consume the smelliest sandwich ever made. Frequently, I go hide in the bathroom (another stinky place) or in the hall or wander over by the fax machine or something. Sometimes I'm trapped on the phone during a conference call and just put my head down on my desk and try to think of Christmas.

Back to the stinkmaster - she (of great stinky, baloney sandwiches) doesn't sit at the desk next to me anymore. I'm not sure where she is. I haven't detected the stink for about a week.

The stink strikes back
Today that changed. The smell hit me hard and fast - I actually gasped (loudly) when it hit me. It's like old baloney, rotty egg salad and moldy onions combined with some weird bread. My nose, it suffers so.

I’m not sure what to do, but I know I’m going to have to move forward in some way or switch careers. Apparently I’m well on my way to being able to work with rotting corpses on small children with very nasty diapers.

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