Blunderton Incorporated

I'm pretty sure that's who I work for by now. It's totally not the name of the company that signs my paychecks every 2 weeks, but it sure feels like it. Why? Well, we've been having this slight problem with leaks and a funky smell in our office that has been present for . . . oh, I can't even remember when it started. Complaints have been sent out to HR, some more complaints . . . and get this . . . even more complaints. But nothing, until today, had been done about it.

Apparently, we have a bit of a mold problem. A mold that we have been breathing in for the past couple of months (at least). This mold makes us feel like shit warmed over. Everyone has itchy eyes, sore throats. Some of us have upset stomachs. I'm no doctor (despite what my Tijuana School of Taco Medicine Diploma says), but these symptoms sound a bit on the serious side. I guess, today, some of the higher ups came in and experienced what we've been enduring for some time.

They even saw us wearing these surgical-type masks. Things one would wear while clearing asbestos in a white, plastic jumpsuit. They came in, sprayed some Oust (I know, wtf!) and promised us an air purifier. Which is, great and all, but that's like putting a band aid on an artery that has been busted wide open. And to top it off, today, to try to stop the proliferation of the mold, we had to turn off the air conditioning.

I know it's December. I know it's officially either late fall or early winter. This should not have been such a big deal. But, it's been unusually hot this year. Global Warming. That Al Gore was right. So, no air conditioning combined with about 25-30 PC's, and a room full of servers equals the tech support dept feeling like the inside of an oven. That's why they handed us the surgical masks. So they could turn on the A/C to cool down the office.

I'm just hoping that they'll take care of this quickly before tech support decides to file a class action suit. Which we should have done already . . . but we're so beaten down and shat upon here that we get used to the hardships. Wether they are environmental (moldy office) or workload related.

The cutest thing our employer did though was put this little box-fan next to the door in an effort to freshen up the joint. They first pointed it outwards so that it could . . . in theory . . . suck out the crap air. We turned it around and made it point inwards so that some fresh fucking air could come in. But you should see this thing. It shakes like a chihuahua on crack-cocaine. I feel like walking up to it and kicking it to put it out of its misery . . . but it's the only thing currently pumping in fresh(ish) air into the office.