3 days a week, I work in my Dad’s office doing office type things.
3 days a week, I listen to people talking about “going down the hall”.
3 days a week, at least one time during my couple hour Working Mommy stint…I go “down the hall” myself.
And each time I go “down the hall”…
and I open the door…
I am accosted with the most horrific stench…
And I realize EXACTLY what “going down the hall” REALLY means.
And it leaves me wondering…
Is there, perhaps, another hall I can go down?
One where, perhaps, people say “I’m going next door.” or maybe a blatant, flat out warning…”I’m going in and don’t follow me.”
Because…going down this hall…leaves me dry heaving…and deciding whether or not I should invest in some adult diapers…
Tell me…what grosses you out about your workplace?
And also…
scroll down to the next post and help me out!!
I’ve lucky to work in a small office and have little worry about ‘going down the hall.’ We do have some pretty nasty frig experiments though.