During office hurricane preparations last Friday, the community mini-fridge in my cube was mistakenly unplugged. I was the first one here this morning, and when I opened the door to put in my good girl leftover lunch, was greeted with the fetid, green smell of decaying food. Vomitous.
I have always been sensitive to smells, and it’s especially bad in the morning (I have ALWAYS been this way – please, no preggers insinuations). It is taking every bit of self control I have to not ralph all over my keyboard right now.