Off(ice) gassing

The office is in a building so new that the other suites are not finished and the strong, overpowering smell of new carpeting is overwhelming. It gets behind my contact lenses, and when the twitchy, odd catalogue designing women opens a door to let fresh air in, I want to scream with joy. 

As a free lancer, I cannot complain about work. Especially when I am broke-dy ass broke. Did I mention that any commute where you have to walk across on ramps for highway 101 sucks?