Noxious Odor and things

I know I've mentioned something about this before somewhere on here...refer to my Silent but deadly blog. I hate the people I work with. Then again..I hate most everyone...most.Tell me, WHY do people think its alright to walk up into your cube and FART?? Fart and continue with casual conversation and then just walk away. Like I didn't just hear you?? I didn't suddenly smell YOU??? So then I'm sitting there at my desk...stuck, surrounded by a fart that isn't mine, with the fear that someone else will roll up on me and think it was me. Add to that the fact that its been hotter than hell lately and we all know farts and heat don't mesh. The smell just stays there, in the thick, humid air. And why do people think its ok not to bath and come into work reeking like sour I don't know what?? There needs to be a "Noxious Odors" clause. I'd file a grievance.

Did I ever mention Crotchy? I work with a lady here that constantly scratches herself . Doesn't matter that she's standing there talking to you, she'll be scratching her crotch..or her ass...whatever is itching. She'll bend over to get a file from a drawer, finger up her ass. Nice lady...but a big public scratcher. And what am I supposed to do then, when she hands me the papers that her crotchy fingers have been all over? When I go to her office to have her sign something for me...she takes my pen. She gets to keep my pen. She has many of them. I've seen her sit there picking her ears with paperclips..then reuse them on papers. Papers she gives to me and papers I must take. I once watched as she walked down the hall licking her glasses to clean them. Not just a little spit, lick, wipe....but long licks up and down the glass.....then rub rub on her crotchy ass and kept walking. She tends to walk into the walls a lot. Another time I had to stop by her office for something and as I approached the door she was spitting into a napkin...this long stringy, goopy loogey. She watched as it slooowly trailed out of her mouth into the napkin, then set the napkin aside. I walked away. I wonder what her home is like. She's offered to let me use her office to breastfeed my baby when she arrives. No thanks. I am amazed at people like this..someone has actually had sex with her...multiple times as she has a handful of kids. ???????My coworker Joe who sits in another office emailed me this morning. He said the lady he works with there smells like vinegar today. That rotten, sour B.O. stench. Back to my original question...WHY?? And How? How do people walk out of their homes stinking so badly and be ok with themselves all day long? Do they not smell themselves? I made fun of him until crotchy let one rip in my cube this afternoon and now I'm paying for it much to his amusement. I have offered to fedex him a bottle of hot crotchy juice though. He's offered me a bottle of vinegar.

Its like today is Official Bring your Reek to Work Day or something.

Back to the sex thing...who would have sex with people like this? You can smell them with their clothes on...just imagine the odor when the pants drop. I just don't understand, but they say theres someone for everyone.

I just stopped by the bathroom, why do people take craps in there and then don't flush?? How do people manage to blast the toilet...not just the toilet, but the rims, the walls even....with their crap? Do they then end up with crap all up their backside? And how do people manage to take craps in the hallways. HOW?? One day, it was 5pm...I walked into the stairwell and it stunk so bad. Like someone opened a ripe diaper under my nose. I'm thinking the whole time I really should turn around and go back to the elevators because heaven forbid someone walk into the stairwell behind me and smell it and think I farted. But I braved on and go down a flight only to find a fresh pile of shit sitting on the floor. WHO? WHY? HOW? How do people do this in a very public place?? The amount of shit I saw was insane. I managed to escape, found the cleaning lady and told her about it. "Hola...um, there is crap in the stairs." "Que?" "You know..poo pooo. Stairs. Over there". I'm sure she found it later...but the next day, it was still there. I wouldn't have touched it either. Poor morning crew lady had to clean it up. Another time I found crap in the lobby, right in front of the mens room. Right by the elevators. Again. HOW? How does someone manage to drop a load in such a public place without anyone seeing, then take off?

But I ramble. I vent. It must be the heat and the poo and the farts....and speaking of which...WHY didn't anybody tell me that I could possibly crap myself, piss myself, fart and vomit during the delivery of my baby?? Nobody tells you this stuff!! WTF?? I had to find out after it was too late.

I am not pleased.