Wednesday, December 10, 2008

"'Chinaman' is not the preferred nomenclature!"

I work on the third floor of a 6-story building with separate offices on each floor. In the basement of the building, there are a few business, including a Chinese restaurant. Ever since I lived on the border of Chinatown in our nation's unrepresented capital, I have not been able to tolerate in the least the smell of Chinese food. It would permeate the air and choke all who wafted in its unsavory stench. After I moved, I thought that was over, but alas, I was wrong. Due to some completely incomprehensible reason, the smell of Chinese food from downstairs saturates the hallways outside our office. This is particularly onerous because I have to traverse these halls to get from one side of the office to the other, and to use our seriously wanting facilities. Fortunately, our lease is up in a year, and we're going to move. But until then, I will whine and cry and moan about it.

Update 4-6-10 - the Chinese Restaurant, "Kwans" has finally closed. Good riddance. Now to get rid of the crappy dry cleaning place that ruined my suitpants and the stupid barber who ruined my hair.

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