Yesterday's catered lunch menu was one for the ages.
Brown Sugar and Cinnamon Plantain Chips
Caribbean Pulled Pork Tacos, with Lime, Orange, Cilantro and Flour Tortillas
Black Beans and Rice
Coconut-Banana Bread Pudding
Marni and I always stretch out the leftovers for about 6 more meals each. So it's really
a win-win. Today we went in for leftovers and found the "pulled pork" sitting in a sludgy substance that Marni promised was just "fat". It was highly unappetizing but we ate it anyway.
About 3:30pm after other co-workers have helped themselves to leftovers, we notice the food is STILL in the conference room with the door closed. So we take it upon ourselves to go into the conference room and put the leftovers in the fridge.
We open the door to the conference room and BOOM. WORST SMELL OF MY LIFE. We ran out quickly and began discussing options to rid our office of the smell.
Solution?
0.5 fl oz of "Fine Cologne", that was a gift from Tomas.
We figured the two odors would neutralize themselves to nothingness.
Unfortunately, we did not learn from this post how potent the unwavering stench of this $2 bottle of "fine cologne" is and it's ability to linger for hours...nay... days.
Now the office smells like an old man + an old carpet + fatty pork + dead flowers.
New solution?
LIME. We squeezed limes all over the carpet and into the air and may have rubbed some limes on doors too.
Shockingly the lime did nothing.
Cologne+Lime+Day-Old-Fatty-Pork = Death.
The CEO has called it a "major party foul" and that we were driving him out of his own office.
The tech guys have been sneezing non-stop.
Jorge laughed. (he can appreciate this type of humor/failure)
And Marni claimed her vision was getting blurry.
I'm afraid the smell will leak into the hallways into other tenants offices...
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