Today towards the tail end my colleague reported a strange chemical smell. It smelt like a combo of carpet cleaner and sick.
I went and had a sniff. Yep.
I tried calling the head Emergency Control person - no answer, ditto the deputy. In the end I rang some guy on his mobile who suggested I grab a guard and go for a smell.
So I grabbed one and we went tooling around the affected area bravely taking in this incredibly rank odour. Given no cleaners had been sighted by me I started asking knots of work stations if they had seen any - thinking it was something like that.
Then someone volunteered they had cleaned a white board.
Yep, that was it, white board cleaner. Holy fucking shit that must have been some industrial strength cleaner. The smell made it up to 20 metres away. I half expected to see some giant whiteboard with a hole slagged in the middle burning map Bonanza style.
I have a funny feeling he didn't spray a couple of squirts onto a rag and wipe gently. I'm thinking the buckets of paint Jackson Pollock way. Or maybe like Maude Lebowski from The Big Lebowski where she comes sliding in to shot along a ceiling mounted flying fox spraying paint from a brush in each hand.
However the manner it was clearly in excess and since it was just after COB I was about five minutes from evacuating the floor.
Fuck I hate being an emergency control officer. Why do I volunteer for these things? Why?!