Today has been a very interesting bonding experience with some of my coworkers. Interesting = good. And I've been conferencing with some people in Phoenix, and they seem like a nice bunch, I like them a lot, they're not quite as intimidating as they seemed when we first gathered last Friday. The project is coming along, because Brian is heading it, and I'm just giving my input, and trying to be helpful, but really Brian could manage that project alone, if need be.
Anyway to my topic.
Early this morning I was walking in the direction of the bathroom, down the hall, as I walk past a dark brunette I met briefly earlier in the month when I started, she whispers "I wouldn't go there if I were you.." and hurries along. I turn around confused, and she stops to explain, "It smells really bad in there... you are going to the bathroom, aren't you??" I simply took her word for it, and took the elevator upstairs to use the 8th floor bathroom. I wasn't exactly sure how someone could stink up the entire bathroom, but I wasn't about to find out.
Of course, in the last week, because of my late nights watching this Taiwan Romantic Comedy, I haven't been getting enough sleep, so I've been downing all sorts of caffeine throughout the day to get my system running. Anyway, today I reverted back to the healthier alternative, green tea. With enough tea, I can use the bathroom nonstop. So I'm making my way towards the bathroom, again, and I notice most of the stalls, save for the one that doesn't necessarily lock, and the one between two people... the others were taken. I figured it'd be safer to take the one that locks if someone randomly decides to ram the door, I wouldn't be sitting there half shocked, and half embarrassed. Anyway, I walk into the stall, and I take a turn... and then I start smelling it. I notice these really big jeans from the stall from which the smell was coming... and I just walk back out, and to the elevator.
When I first mentioned the bathroom incident to my coworker int he morning, she disposed of the identity of the suspect leaving the disgusting smell... so I noticed the jeans... and moved, I didn't want to be there when she had let out entirely. Good call, because the smell got worse as I was leaving several seconds later...
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