I'm probably going to be using the word incorrectly, but I can't figure out a better way to describe it. I think people say "coincidence" is the correct replacement, but really, the situation is IRONIC.
Our office is shuffling people around so that we all fit on 2 floors instead of 2.5. I'm moving out of my nice double-office with nice office-mate into a single office, right next to the kitchen. You guessed it. CC's office!!! He'll be moving 1 floor down. YAY.
But let's get back to the point. Gross me out the door! Although CC probably is only in his late 30s or early 40s, I imagine him exuding an old man stench that penetrates even the walls. How am I EVER going to get it clean enough? I need to alcohol wipe all surfaces and antibacterial febreeze everything in sight.
Eeeeewwwww.
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