I walk into the conference room with ten people sitting on a round table and discussing the future of the company and in turn our future as well. Wearing the latest Gucci perfume and looking forward to some interesting discussions, I suddenly get the feeling that I have entered a chimney full of burning tobacco. Ninety percent of the people in my office being smokers had the room filled up with the weird, rotten smell that would not go even in a thousand years. After minutes of pondering over the smell when I finally saw the bulging packet of Davidoff in my colleague’s pocket did I realize that the decayed atmosphere was nothing but a result of the office smokers.
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