Gosh, I really want to go home. I ran for the bus after my mum made me carry her trollied suitcase from the car to the station and onto the train and off the train to the bus. Then I had to dash for my bus and came to the office already with sweat patches under my arm. There are certain shirts that just stink. I should really throw this one out. I went to the loo to refresh myself a little and by the wash basin there stood a large spray bottle. I don’t know what possessed me but my hands took it and with a little ‘ooh’ sound whilst reading the label, the hands sprayed the room air freshener under my armpit shirt. Gosh, now I smell like sweaty loo air freshener. The poor bloke who chose to sit next to me made sniffling noises just now and I feel paranoid, having my arms pressed tightly to my sides whilst typing away. Can I go home, please?
I might be able to hide a floor below where all the empty desks are. There is only one OAP sitting in a corner. Nobody really knows what he does or why he is here, His name is Bob. When his job moved to a different department and to another location, he was allowed to sit out his last couple of years in the job in this office, conveniently close to his home. That must have been a decade ago and he has been here ever since. I heard the company every now and then stops paying him and he had to draw his pension but each time they hint by withholding his salary or pension supplement if you like, he complains and gets back on the payroll. Amazing. Then again, I bet not many people know what I do all day, including myself.
The lingering smell is giving me a headache. I have something about smells. Yesterday I had my Mum visiting the office at lunchtime and we went for a meal and then had coffee and cake in a local museum’s café. As I sat to the table, I told my mum the coffee smelt like pee pee. She dismissed my notion and started slurping her coffee. But as I lifted my cup and moved my head closer to it, the smell got stronger. It turned out though it was the little bunch of snowdrops that decorated the table. Who would have thought. Now I wonder whether they smell crappy by nature or whether a dog had relieved himself on them? We moved them out of smell range which is more than I am able to do with my armpits today. Argh, I am still here and horrified by my own fumes. Never ever will I again use citrus zing fragrance air freshener. They can promise long lasting freshness for as long as they like!
