A little sensitive, maybe?
Even as i posted that about neurological - my work shut down for a possible gas leak" because of my super sensitive nose!
I smelled something. Smoldering. In one of the bathrooms. Checked the trash - nothing. Prob the vent then.
Go down the hall & downstairs. Smell it again. Candles? Diesel from the garage? No...very sharp.,acidic. Something.
"You smell that?"
"What?"
"Something. Burnt plastic maybe?"
I'm walking around sniffing, trying to find a source. Can't pinpoint it. Meanwhile security, unbeknownst to me, calls it in. The security guy shows up & I'm like "yeah, something. Not trash. Not diesel. Not gas. Something."
I bring him to the inside stairwell to show him. Next thing he's closing everything off & there are emergency vehicles. I had to leave via the top floor. 2 floors up is the food court full of people & there's that burning smell again! Only I notice. Until I point it out to someone. "Oh yeah!"
One of the stoves burned a piece of plastic.
2 floors down, multiple doors between, down the hall and there's me like a fracking bloodhound "whazzat???"
I also can not stand when someone uses greasy hand lotion and then /touches the equipment/. Greasy desk makes me crazy!
I smelled something. Smoldering. In one of the bathrooms. Checked the trash - nothing. Prob the vent then.
Go down the hall & downstairs. Smell it again. Candles? Diesel from the garage? No...very sharp.,acidic. Something.
"You smell that?"
"What?"
"Something. Burnt plastic maybe?"
I'm walking around sniffing, trying to find a source. Can't pinpoint it. Meanwhile security, unbeknownst to me, calls it in. The security guy shows up & I'm like "yeah, something. Not trash. Not diesel. Not gas. Something."
I bring him to the inside stairwell to show him. Next thing he's closing everything off & there are emergency vehicles. I had to leave via the top floor. 2 floors up is the food court full of people & there's that burning smell again! Only I notice. Until I point it out to someone. "Oh yeah!"
One of the stoves burned a piece of plastic.
2 floors down, multiple doors between, down the hall and there's me like a fracking bloodhound "whazzat???"
I also can not stand when someone uses greasy hand lotion and then /touches the equipment/. Greasy desk makes me crazy!