At about 11:30 I got a call to spend a few minutes with the woman who will be my new boss.
That was nice.
On my way to the elevator, however, I found myself walking through a lingering swamp of left-behind men's cologne. It was almost nauseating.
What's worse? It was still there on my way back - 15 minutes later.
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1 comment:
I don't know how that trend got started or when it will end -- soon, I hope. I don't wear scent of any kind, except soap. There used to be a woman where I work whom I could track through the building without ever catching a glimpse. I knew she retired after I couldn't smell her anymore.
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