Well, whaddya know. She was right.
If you've been keeping score at home
I'm now in my 14th week of working alone, of being the
only person at the station on a daily basis. So for me, things
haven't changed too much. I'm here every day. I don't notice little
things that might be different.
Jen stopped by a couple of days ago to
drop something off, the first time she's actually been in the station
since March. The first thing out of her mouth after walking in the
door?
“It smells like Q107 in here. Only
just more like Q107 than usual”.
I paid her no heed; after all, it
smelled the same to me. But it got me to thinking which, as we all
know, can be a dangerous thing. So yesterday morning when I walked
into the station, and had been breathing fresh air on my walk to
work, the first thing I did after opening the front door was to take
a deep, deep breath. And you know what?
She was right.
Because I'm here every day I guess I
really didn't notice it until it was pointed out to me. But Jen was
absolutely correct—the station DOES smell like Q107, only more so.
Specifically, it smells a lot like the semi-musty basement upon which
we sit. I'm thinking that when we're all here and people in the
other offices are here and when the dance studio upstairs is going
full bore that the basement smell is kept in the basement, replaced
by people odor and food odor and whatever other odors are lurking
about. But because I've been the only person in the whole building
the past 14 weeks—a 95 year old building with lots of old stuff in
it—the “smell” has been reclaiming its turf.
I didn't notice it because I'm here all
the time and have become used to it, but apparently someone who's
hasn't been around picks up on it right away.
So if you happen to have to come into
the station any time soon and notice a slight musty smell, don't
worry about it. It's just an old building trying to reassert its
authority.
Even if I didn't notice it.
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