The STANK!

I walked into the lobby today and it was like walking into septic tank. I almost thought that an animal had crawled into the office and decided to die. So instead of just going to my desk and sitting in the rancid smell, I went on a mission to find Bill (Office Services guy that comes in at the same time as me) to figure out what the smell was. The smell of course, was just in the lobby. Lovely!

I found Bill, dragged him into the lobby and he described it as being smacked in the face by a bag full of sh*t! And he's right, I couldn't have said it better myself! So naturally, I made him handle it. He comes back a couple of minutes later saying he called the property management company, and had to leave a message. So he decided that there was only one solution to this stinky problem. He stood there holding a bottle of Febreze and a bottle of Yankee Candle spray. "Pick your poison" was what he told me. "BOTH!" was my response. He hands over the Febreze and I start walking around spraying EVERYTHING. Carpets, couches/chairs, my desk, the floors... it doesn't matter, everything was going to be covered with the lovely scent of "extra strength clean". Then Bill and I look at each other and sigh, there was only two places left to spray...

THE....

BATHROOMS!!!!

Ahhh, as if we had seconds to react before toxic fumes entered our bodies, we took turns spraying the men's and women's room. And unfortunately, we have concluded the smell originated in the women's room. G-R-O-S-S!!!!
Because of this disgusting fact, I felt the Febreze wasn't enough to mask all stinky smells, I made sure to go around the whole lobby - bathrooms included - and spray the Yankee Candle spray.

The result was deadly.

Not only was it way stronger than I thought (DUH!!!) but now I had to sit in it! I don't know what's worst, the smell in the lobby, or the fact that I knew I smelt as bad. Luckily for me, I got so stuffed up within minutes, that I couldn't smell a thing and didn't mind the comments people were making about how awful the lobby smelled. In fact, they all felt bad for me. Love it!

At the end of my shift, the property management had yet to check out what was wrong, and I had to run over to Target. All I could think of was how I must being walking around smelling all sorts of funky. I really don't know what would be worse, sitting in the stank, or smelling of the stank.

Let's just hope that tomorrow the smell is gone...