Getting stoned at work.....

This post is exactly what you think it is about. I returned from lunch, and approached my office door (the outside door off the parking lot mind you.) And *sniff sniff* notice a peculiar odor. I walk in and the smell is overpowering....a cross between paint, paint thinner, and some other fumes. I asked 'the chief' "Are we painting?' as there has been a recent rash of construction taking place in my building.*sniff sniff* I am told 'yes, and if it gets too much for you let us know.'

The quiet boy in my office is getting affected by the odors, *sniff sniff* and now I start feeling icky. But 'the chief' has escaped to fresh air, by going to lunch so I can't tell him I don't know if I am ultra silly or ultra barfy because of the fumes. *sniff sniff* (Oh look at all the pretty colors and the dancing daisy's).

My best friend can't even sit back here because of his asthma and came to tell me something of work related importance. My head is on my desk, and I am goofy and he is concerned. But I refuse to leave...because for the first time in my life, I am huffing. You know that thing kids do, when in school to get cheap highs.

'The chief' just came back from lunch and thinks we should have a canary here to test the fumes. He said if me and quiet boy want to escape for fresh air we can. But why do I want to do that when I am stoned? *sniff sniff*

Because in all my life, I have never huffed or did whippits or anything of that nature. And here I am 30 years old, working for a billion-dollar company who is making their employees inhale fumes of all sorts of nature. Because I sit in an office, off a warehouse, with no windows. *sniff sniff* (Oh did the photo of my cat just wink at me?)

Stoned, thanks to my company. Expected to do decent work. *Sniff sniff*