Stretch
09-29-2008, 07:15 PM
Something at work happened today that reminded me of one of my most traumatic memories from my first year of college.
I stopped by a co-worker's office today to brief her on an urgent data issue. Said co-worker is a director in her late 20s, and one of those rare "stars" that got fast tracked early in her career. About two minutes into my update, I caught a faint whiff of something that stopped me mid-sentence. Holy mother of god. I almost looked around the room to see if the paint had suddenly started peeling. Having shared a communal bathroom with a dozen guys in college, I thought I could more or less laugh off any smell emitted from one's body, but this was beyond epic.
I'm completely perplexed at how something like this could have happened, and how something this foul could come from a petite European woman who looked like a porcelain doll. Her eyes met mine for a moment, and then her entire face went crimson. I stared at her until she cleared her throat, before dazedly mumbling out the rest of what I went in to say and rushing off to my next meeting.
I don't think I can act like nothing happened. I feel more awkward now than if I had groped her in the hallway. Jesus Christ, what a stench. If I had to compare it to something, I swear it would be like watching The Ring.
I stopped by a co-worker's office today to brief her on an urgent data issue. Said co-worker is a director in her late 20s, and one of those rare "stars" that got fast tracked early in her career. About two minutes into my update, I caught a faint whiff of something that stopped me mid-sentence. Holy mother of god. I almost looked around the room to see if the paint had suddenly started peeling. Having shared a communal bathroom with a dozen guys in college, I thought I could more or less laugh off any smell emitted from one's body, but this was beyond epic.
I'm completely perplexed at how something like this could have happened, and how something this foul could come from a petite European woman who looked like a porcelain doll. Her eyes met mine for a moment, and then her entire face went crimson. I stared at her until she cleared her throat, before dazedly mumbling out the rest of what I went in to say and rushing off to my next meeting.
I don't think I can act like nothing happened. I feel more awkward now than if I had groped her in the hallway. Jesus Christ, what a stench. If I had to compare it to something, I swear it would be like watching The Ring.