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From my junkmail folder is quite incoherent.
Let's take the sentence apart
Perhaps, I spent entirely too much time on that.
Summer continues and I am still getting veggies from the garden.
I have been watching the acorn squash. I might be picking it next week.
Yesterday, had to be one of the oddest days so far this Summer.
Despite what you have heard, it is still Summer until next week. I wear white until the equinox. You can deal with it.
As a matter of fact, I will be attending a White Wine party. Yes, I thought it was a party featuring only white wine initially. I reread the invitation and pulled out some of my favorite white pieces that I shall wear one more time.
Now, my story
Last week, the storage room emitted a mildew-like smell. We shut the door. This week the stench overwhelmed anyone required to view old files. By Wednesday, the odor lead to the quarantine of the room. I contacted plant facilities.
"Hi, I have a storage room that smells like something may have died it in."
"Oh, that is terrible. I will have the maintenance guys head over to your location after their lunch hour."
I looked shocked. "Smoke? No, it is a dead animal."
"We received a report for the smell of smoke."
"Let me take you to the room and you can smell it for yourself."
I open the door and quickly jump back.
"That is not mildew."
Al, motions to one of the electricians.
Apparently, I am to be ignored for being a woman.
"That is a pretty strong smell," says the electrician at the frame of the storage room door.
"It could be a mouse. Probably in the ceiling tiles," says the electrician
While he searches one of the smaller electricians joins him in the storage room.
The remaining men begin to discuss the time-frame for small animal decomposition. I asked them to stop talking about it.
From where I stood, it looked like a beer can. I am so embarrassed. How do I address this? Do I call HR? Do I start smelling the breaths of my staff? How do I accomplish this being the shortest member of the office?
Fortunately, Al pulls me from my thoughts.
Instead, I note that it is not a beer can. It is a meal replacement shake.
I have an employee trying to secretly lose or gain weight.......Arghhhhh
He carries the can out of the suite with an extended hand. Everyone in the office pinches their respective noses as he walks past them. Being too dignified to pinch my nose, I opt to holding my finger under the bridge while glaring at each member of the office.
it takes two electricians, two maintenance men and one stubborn woman to remove a nasty smell from the storage room.
No one admitted to leaving the can in the storage room. I really don't care.