This Summer England enacted their very own strict anti-smoking laws. No more puffing in pubs. No more reeking up local restaurants. Smoke free. Aaaaaah.
As it was, our workplace was already smoke-free. Sort of. Basically it meant that anyone wanting to inhale their nicotine fix had to scoot out the door a few feet and then commence with their cough-iriffic habit. This consequently meant that our lovely boardwalk along the lake was frequently dappled, not just with the usual goose poo, but with folks clinching and sucking on cancer sticks. You could go sit outside to enjoy the infrequent sunshine amidst the incessant smoking ... if you dared. Likewise, walking out most of the doorways to the “car park” was destined to dump you in a tobacco haze.
That was before the big change. The new, stricter laws were going to further protect employees from the hazards of other people’s second-hand smoke.
Good, right? Except.
The deck is now devoted to sun-seekers (along with the geese and their droppings). [Here's a view of the deck at the front of the building; it continues the length of the building and there's a bigger deck with tables and such on the other end. Pretty, isn't it?]
The administration, in accordance with the new laws, allotted a singular spot for the smoking masses. It appears, however, that this one locale that they’ve designated as the permissible smoking place is smack-dab next to our intake air vents. So now instead of having to actually go out of your way to breathe incidental toxins, you can sit at your desk and have it brought straight to you via our air system.
Fantastic.
A number of emails, from a wide variety of people, to our facilities department (who fields, or doesn’t as the case may be, these questions) have gone unanswered.
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