Filthy 
So i work for a financial institution. i sit in a cube and push papers and crunch numbers and stuff... all very monotonous
this morning the woman on the trading desk directly behind me is complaining of the smell. some say it smells like markers, some think its the plant food in her flower vase. i know better
"smells like ozone and melting plastic, probably a blown circuit in your computer or monitor."
i go outside for a smoke, and when i get back, my IT guy is replacing the power supply to her computer. the old one is just sitting on the ground 2 feet from my desk and i ask him if he wants it, knowing full well it was broken. i love it when scrap literally falls in my lap. its not much, but there's room for a couple more in the bucket full i have at home.
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