Bah.

Today, I am Very Very sleepy. I do not want to be at work. I want to be in bed, either asleep or reading The Graveyard book.

I most especially do NOT want to be working in the Office of Eternal Stench; it's a charming place to be these days.
You see, about a month ago, an electrian guy working in the Big Meter Cupboard at the back of the room noticed Traces Of Rat. Someone else also saw rats running about the carpark, which the big door from our office opens on to (EEEEEEEEE).

So Pest Control came and, Very Cunningly* put down poison. NOT traps. Poison.
Rat(s) get poison, then crawl into Somewhere Inaccessible to Die.

Thus we had the scent of Decomposing Rat for a while. So they got air fresheners to cover that up (which mostly failed). Then, after a few weeks we got the Plague of Flies, so they sprayed pesticide everywhere. Which worked for a week or so, until Moar Flies hatched and they had to come back over the weekend.

So this morning, we are working in a delightful combination of Pesticide layered with Synthetic Cinnamon & Pine Freshness, with an stong underlying note of Decomposing Rat. It's like BPAL gone horribly horribly wrong.

Thesme probably smelt better than this even after the weeks of no bathing :/

I WANT TO GO HOME.

* where 'cunning' = 'bloody stupid'