I work in a small office right next-door to a bakery and a tea shop. The tea shop chose yesterday to do a little resurfacing of their floors. They are the only one of the three businesses open 7 days a week, so I guess it didn't occur to them to remodel on the weekend. They also must not have anticipated the affect their floor redo would have on those around them.
I'm not trying to bash the tea shop here. And won't even name them. (Although last week they served me the most foul chai latte I've ever had, and I'm still not sure if the milk was sour or if they scorched it. Needless to say, I won't be going back.) But anyway. I don't know if it was the fault of whoever arranged the remodel or the Joe they hired that the lack of ventilation in the building was not accounted for prior to the start of the project.
It started gradually shortly after I arrived at the office. A foreign smell wafting through the door. It didn't take long for that smell the permeate the entire building. I'm not sure what it was exactly, but I can tell you it smelled and tasted like I was swimming in a vat of paint thinner.
There are no windows that open in this building. There was no way to ventilate or air out the place. There was no escaping the smell. The headache, the stomachache, the burning eyes.
Thanks to my bosses, we closed up shop for the day. And I got to spend a sunny fall afternoon, running in the park and meeting up with friends. Isn't it great when one decision takes a day from bad to awesome?