Chemical Warfare, Warfare, Warfare!

This is the third post in a row with a musical reference... prior to this was a little Hendrix, whilst before that the words of John Lennon and Butthole Surfers came to mind. Now I rely on the Dead Kennedys to indicate my current dilemma.

And what's more, before I continue, you may have noticed that I've been a little brave about my work references of late... OK, I'll admit that the new Cat 5 lighting system has added a little more light to my working day (for there is so very little daylight) but otherwise the song remains the same...

...yes, my chair is crap (no arms, no tilt, no comfort), I'm less productive, less motivated, bored, tired, on the steepest learning curve ever (which is great) and yet woefully underpaid and disrespected, but that's not all...

...and this, my friends, bloggers, countrymen, is where I need your HELP, please?

How do I deal with having to sit in this tiny little office with a Managing Director, a businessman, a professional... who CANNOT STOP FARTING ?? !!

I have to work and breathe that noxious odour in every day, sometimes it'll happen when I'm eating or drinking... so I REALLY need all your help on dealing with this... I mean, I can't be the first one to ask is it unhealthy to breathe farts?