I’ve had contamination OCD for the majority of my life, and this shit has been torture for me.
I’ve been trying to get a ADA accommodation to work from home because my job is in software, but the bastards over at HR think that clorox wipes and a dedicated cube will solve this shit. It’s irritating as fuck that nobody in charge seems capable of piecing basic hygiene together.
Sounds like someone needs a motivational metaphor to make HR feel what it’s like to sit in a very uncomfortable situation, such as a stinkbomb in their office.
I’ve had contamination OCD for the majority of my life, and this shit has been torture for me.
I’ve been trying to get a ADA accommodation to work from home because my job is in software, but the bastards over at HR think that clorox wipes and a dedicated cube will solve this shit. It’s irritating as fuck that nobody in charge seems capable of piecing basic hygiene together.
Sounds like someone needs a motivational metaphor to make HR feel what it’s like to sit in a very uncomfortable situation, such as a stinkbomb in their office.
Raw fish in the air ducts is IMO a better choice