Warning: If you do not know which is eschatological, or at least if you know
means and do not like the idea, then do not read the rest of the post.
When working in an office 4 boys in the prime of life
many things happen. Some more interesting than others. For example the fact that
with an age range of 24 to 28 years, yet we behave like we're
in kindergarten. Take for example my own desktop: There
2 buildable Gundam robots, Star Wars action figures and even a Mr. Potato Head dressed as Darth Vader (although he calls himself Darth Tater). In short
my desk is more like a desk Toyland than a desktop of a computer engineer (Damn, I dropped the writ. My dad bought me the toys in Toyland Child Jesus). Although on second thought I believe that part is more common than it seems. Another interesting case
transcends the bathroom. But just as one enters the
bath after another of his colleagues use:
As much as you use the Glade Touch (forgive the wedge), and the bathroom is flooded with its fragrant aromas of meadow flowers, a little voice in your brain tells you "something is wrong." It is as if some Pavlovian conditioning are taught that "definitely not right" and how well you smell, there is something hidden, an evil presence, an aura nauseating.
All this reminds me Cypher when he spoke with Smith about the details of the plan to betray the crew of the Nebuchadnezzar: "When I eat this steak, you'll be telling my brain that knows steak." But it is true, is an illusion. This amounts to saying that office bathroom smells good.
The result is that now I can not smell any bathroom environment without me look suspicious. My life is horrible
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