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Over the past few weeks, my office has been torn to shreds. The wall next to my desk was bumped out a full two feet, and the whole room was painted in a lovely golden color just today. My coworker walked in to my newly expanded space and exclaimed, "Wow! This new color really makes the room look bigger!" I exchanged baffled glances with my office roomie before all three of us burst into laughter.

"Yeah, that whole moving the wall thing kinda helped, too," I snickered.

"Must be the paint fumes, huh?" my roommate added jokingly.

Ten minutes later, I caught this same lovely roommate trying to move a part of her desktop wallpaper image while she was rearranging her other icons. Giggles erupted again. "Blame it on the paint fumes," I said as I walked out the door.

It wasn't even thirty seconds later when I found myself standing at the drinking fountain in the hallway, reading the "Out of order. Please do not use!" sign while stupidly continuing to try to fill my water bottle. I had to glance at the sign three different times before it connected in my brain that the lack of water coming from the fountain was related to the message I was reading.

All this to say, I am going to be very sad when all this construction is over because I'll have to come up with new excuses for my idiocy. "I'm going through paint fume withdrawal!" just isn't going to cut it, and I can only blame the drywall dust for another five minutes or so. Feel free to throw any ingenious suggestions my way. Heaven knows I need the help.

Thursday's Child

Thursday's Child

Not going to lie. That actually sounds like an awesome day at work.

Office shenanigans always make me laugh, and paint-fume induced shenanigans are even better.

Congrats on successfully completing NaBloPoMo!

Jace of Fuse!

Jace of Fuse!

Trust me, as I speak from complete and total expertise on the subject -- a job breathing toxic fumes every day for hours on end gets old really quick.

The paint fumes at work are actually the fresh air I look forward to. They hide the stench of the ozone, burning metal, arching, sparking, and co-workers who don't know how to take showers. I even tweeted recently that the smell of burning Heresite made the morning complete. I say as an absolute athority on the matter, you are much better off without the paint fumes.

If you absolutely must feel the need to justify an idiotic action, simply declare it to have been utterly brilliant and it not at all your fault that nobody around you is quite ready to understand the method to your madness. It is often the burden of a genius to be misunderstood, after all.

Rachelskirts

Rachelskirts

Thursday's Child - It actually was an awesome(ly unproductive) day at work. I didn't end up leaving until 7:45pm, but there were still other people there giggling with me. It was like (Friday)^10.

Jace of Fuse! - I don't normally mind paint fumes, but the fumes from the primer almost knocked me out yesterday. I was so light-headed and loopy, and I could not for the life of me keep my thoughts from running away from home. I would forget what I was doing, remember what I was doing, kick myself for being so far behind, and then forget why I was kicking myself. It was awful.

Thankfully, I don't normally get caught being idiotic, so I can safely use the "That was just too brilliant for you to understand!" logic without people becoming suspicious.

Sethly

Sethly

dang, all three of those sounded hilarious! you must be a blast to work with lol