Chemical Warfare

Over the weekend, an unfortunate accident happened to the coffee machine in the office kitchenette. The water supply became disconnected.  Someone came in Monday morning to a spectacular geyser of water.  Who knows how long it had been going on.

Frantic calls were made to get the water shut off and the carpet mopped up. The next day, the all important coffee maker was still off-line, repair people had been called in for its revival.

The building maintenance people were working on drying out the carpet. One bright soul decided, in the middle of the work day, to lay down a layer of the foulest smelling carpet cleaning chemical on the affected portion of the carpet.  Let's list the effects on the working populace:

• Headaches
• Nausea
• Sore Throats
• Irritability

When a complaint was filed, the response was to lay down a layer of aerosol fragrance to cover up the smell. 

Does anyone see a problem?  Anyone?

Admin Gal is currently on the building maintenance hit list. She is a witch of epic proportions for defending hers and others well-being.  She is waiting for the company facility rep to parlay with the building maintenance to fix the problem. 

Air filter masks have been purchased for the duration of the stand-off.

The Voice

I am a terrifying person.

With the sound of my sweet dulcet tones, I stun telephone people speechless and they hang-up their phones without uttering a word. Plants wither and decompose. Famine strikes and entire economies crumble.

This is a power that must be used wisely and with great care. I wouldn’t want to accidentally stun the wrong person. Hmmmm let’s say, My Boss.

I have to give people credit for their persistence. Come on people, I’m paid to answer my boss’ telephone. He doesn’t pick-up numbers he doesn’t recognize. I get that privilege.
No matter how many times you call, he won’t pick up! Talk to me and you might, just might have a snowball’s chance of making an impression.

Otherwise, I will continue to wield my weapon of mass destruction. My voice.