I thought this rule merited all caps. Unless you are chowing a McDonald Fish Patty which (I suspect) is only marginally fish, do not, I repeat, DO NOT eat fish in the office.
We all have to live together for 8-10 hours per day, dealing with personalities that we would never marry, befriend, birth or tolerate under most circumstances. Having to deal with overhearing private conversations, personal smells, individual opinions is quite enough without introducing FISH into the equation.
One employee brought fish and microwaved it. Well I guess ole Goldie there had turned because the smell of rotten fish permeated the entire office for hours. My boss finally gave the woman a $20.00 and told her to eat out and please don't bring fish any more.
One Monday I dragged into the office (if it is a Monday, you can guarantee that I am dragging). Whilst sitting at my desk, I kept getting pungent whiffs of something rotten in Denmark.
I smelled my desk, my trash, I hound dogged the area, but it kept coming in whiffs and starts. I did a quick 'pit check' but no, I wasn't one of the great unwashed. After about an hour I couldn't stand it anymore and I practically shouted, "What in the HELL is that SMELL?!"
The office had been quite quiet up until that point, but suddenly the ice was broken. It seems that EVERYONE was having their personal airspace violated but they were all concerned that it was one of their neighbors and I guess no one wanted to comment on the personal hygiene of their office mates.
It turns out that Jan (remember Jan our resident nosepicker and canary killer extraordinaire?) had eaten a tuna and onion sandwitch on Friday but hadn't finished it, so she dumped it in her waste can. When she came in on Monday, her trash smelled so funky, she switched it with the trashcan at the empty desk next to mine.
I put it out in the hall, to horrify passers by.
Posted by sychotic1
at 11:48 AM PDT