No, not the cigarettes. Yes, I'm still not smoking. 16 days.
Nope, I'm talking about the ones in my building. Specifically, the asbestos that is there when I have a maintenance request (hole in my window), but isn't there when I ask for health concerns.
Well, this summer, my department miraculously had some use-it-or-lose-it money that had to be spent on "durable equipment," so they decided to remodel the conference/seminar room in our forty year-old "temporary" building. You see where this is going. Walls were painted. Projector was installed. Large plasma screen, too. New bookshelves. As a final step, an expensive security system was purchased. And as they were installing the latter...
Yup. The asbestos is back. And we are now barred from our conference room (though not, of course, from our offices). And to keep us safe, they have sealed off the areas around the edges of the door and the vents... with blue painter's tape.
Sometimes, I just have to shake my head in wonderment.