It’s summertime, and the air conditioning at work isn’t working right.
The first few hours were positively ghastly, but there are now fans and air handlers in strategic places to guide what little cooling capacity remains into the populated areas of the building.
But there are still problems.
The receptionist chick who wears too much cheap perfume now permeates the air like a World War One trench warfare gas attack.
The popcorn in the breakroom makes the office stink like a movie theater.
At least they gave the guy who farts all the time a promotion and a corner office.