Today I reaffirmed why I don't go to gyms.
The Call Centre Crew called me up for some random job, and I had to go physically over there to solve the issue. Some little thing, I can't even remember it now - mainly because my brain has been overwritten with the overwhelming stench of the office.
Even now, hours later, I can smell the stench. It's not a small office space, but it smells like 10 hobos stuffed into a garbage bin. If you can imagine the smell of a small animal taking a dump, eating that crap, vomiting it out, then eating the vomit, THEN dying from stomach rot, you might be close to what I had savored.
I feel for the girls downstairs, they must be tasting it in the air all the time.
This, of course, doesn't even mention the physical garbage lying around. Cans of redbull, mother, V and all types of take away food (Hungry Jacks looks like the winner!) just lying around. Great at home, not so great at work.
Like a friend said, "Total LAN party". I guess porn sharing comes after midnight.
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