The (weather-based) migraine wouldn't, in fact, kick in until late in the evening, but it was barely past noon when my head felt like it was on the verge of exploding, so I think I had good cause. I still blame myself for not sticking it out (not being willing to stick it out), but really.
Sharp, toxic, surely cancer-inducing clouds of paint fumes? I hate (but have gotten used to) working in the middle of a perpetual construction site. Still, there are limits. It's nice to know that the company responsible for the construction work is willing to repair little things like scratched varnish at the outside of our office doors, but why the fuck couldn't they have done this... I don't know, during the weekend? Late in the evening? Or, hey, the novelty, before we moved in perhaps?!
Not in the middle of a work day without providing proper ventilation (aparently forcefully propping the main entrance open is unnecessary for pussy little shit like that).
I religiously tried to keep our office door shut and thus the toxic smell confined to the hallway (even though it meant biting two colleagues' heads off for standing in the open door while talking), opened all available windows, and still had to admit defeat when the spray can-wielding guy arrived at our door. Itching eyes? Check. Burning sinuses? Check. Building pressure headache? Check.
I'd prepared for a long day to make up for my late start to the very same - I would have damned well called in sick from home if I'd only known.
If only our "occupational health and safety" division at work would, I don't know, actually do their job in the first place, perhaps then things like that wouldn't happen. Frankly, I'm not okay with damaging my health just because "it's just for one day", "it's not so bad", and "just open all the windows". For fuck's sake.
- Crossposts:http://allaire.livejournal.com/254147.html
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cranky