Ooops
I just lost it in the corridor...
Ooops.
I have a tiny tiny little office, which I love, next to the main office of our business. We're based in an old mill converted into business units, and share the lower ground floor with a computer and networking company. Normally I get on really well with them. The girls in there are funny and good company, the blokes are chatty; and if I need a hand they're often very helpful.
That was until the battle of smoking.
My office is directly across the corridor from their storage room. No one is supposed to smoke inside, except, except except, one of them has a crafty cig in the store room. The walls are paper thin, so when someone smokes in there, all I can breathe is their second hand smoke. Three times this year I have asked that non-one smoke in that room, as it makes it almost impossible for me to breathe. Today, while I'm at my brochial best, I noticed that SOMEONE was doing it again. Normally I politely walk down the corridor to their big office and ask, politely, for someone to have a word. Not this time.
I stormed out of my office, shouted SMOKING (sounding like a lion roaring, really, my voice is buggered), and stomped into their office. They all looked at my like my head was exploding.
I whisper-shouted, in the way beloved of scary teachers, that "SOMEONE IS HAVING A FUCKING CIGARETTE IN THE CORRIDORS AGAIN. It HAS to stop. It's all I can breathe. PLEASE don't do it again. IT IS FUCKING DISGUSTING!" Thankfully, as I flounced out I didn't fall over, or trip, or lose my trousers or anything. This is good, cos normally I'm a crap flouncer.
Cue guilty looks from about three of them. The problem is, that unless I catch them at it, I can't prove anything. I can't really install surveillance in the store room either. GRAH. Oh well, I feel strangely elated, also, a bit dizzy. My throat really didn't like that.
Last time I complained I had separate visits from a couple of the staff asking whether everything was alright. Wonder if I will this time.
N.
Ooops.
I have a tiny tiny little office, which I love, next to the main office of our business. We're based in an old mill converted into business units, and share the lower ground floor with a computer and networking company. Normally I get on really well with them. The girls in there are funny and good company, the blokes are chatty; and if I need a hand they're often very helpful.
That was until the battle of smoking.
My office is directly across the corridor from their storage room. No one is supposed to smoke inside, except, except except, one of them has a crafty cig in the store room. The walls are paper thin, so when someone smokes in there, all I can breathe is their second hand smoke. Three times this year I have asked that non-one smoke in that room, as it makes it almost impossible for me to breathe. Today, while I'm at my brochial best, I noticed that SOMEONE was doing it again. Normally I politely walk down the corridor to their big office and ask, politely, for someone to have a word. Not this time.
I stormed out of my office, shouted SMOKING (sounding like a lion roaring, really, my voice is buggered), and stomped into their office. They all looked at my like my head was exploding.
I whisper-shouted, in the way beloved of scary teachers, that "SOMEONE IS HAVING A FUCKING CIGARETTE IN THE CORRIDORS AGAIN. It HAS to stop. It's all I can breathe. PLEASE don't do it again. IT IS FUCKING DISGUSTING!" Thankfully, as I flounced out I didn't fall over, or trip, or lose my trousers or anything. This is good, cos normally I'm a crap flouncer.
Cue guilty looks from about three of them. The problem is, that unless I catch them at it, I can't prove anything. I can't really install surveillance in the store room either. GRAH. Oh well, I feel strangely elated, also, a bit dizzy. My throat really didn't like that.
Last time I complained I had separate visits from a couple of the staff asking whether everything was alright. Wonder if I will this time.
N.