RDP Tuesday: ODOR
Working in a Mall really did stink.
I took a vacation from work
and when I got back my work area smelled like death.
For real, it smelled like death because something had died.
” Something ” turned out to be a huge decomposing rat.
My Co-Workers were so SURPRISED when I opened the door which is normally NEVER closed and the smell of decay raced out.
“That rat must have just died!” they said in surprise.
The rat, I said was not fresh, it probably died shortly after I went on vacation.
Oh, they said. Well. There is some Lysol under the bathroom sink in the Book Store Manager’s Office ( which is where I worked at the time ).
I should feel free grab that and use it- you know in MY work area which is separate from THEIR work area where if something say like a rat dies they don’t have to pick it up.
We all worked for the same company but that was putting to fine a point on things.
“Thanks I said, I think I’ll grab that giant can of air freshener and spray YOUR area first to get rid of the over powering smell of bullshit.”
You wouldn’t think words can actually stink, but they really can.
9 thoughts on “Rat Tale”
I hope you got somebody to come in and remove the rat.
Her name was ME.
Yeah, Well. I ended up working in a funeral home later. Weird, right?
At least you started getting paid for dealing with the deceased.
Not so grave.
As long as they don’t bury their heads in the sand.