Did I mention the hot poo?

This summer my office carried the delicate scent of hot sewage. We rationalized quite a bit before the the real story broke. It's the dumpsters in the alley. It's the grease pit where all the used cooking grease sits until some schmo has to pick it up at midnight once a month. After a particularly fragrant day that left everyone green and gulping, a facilities man made the mistake of telling us the truth.
See that three-foot-in-diameter vent just outside your window? That vents the air shaft over the sewage line.
It's amazing what you can put up with until you know the truth. That mole that snags when you pull a shirt over your head? Yeah - easy to ignore until you find out it's carcinoma. It turns out we had been sucking lung-bucketfuls of hot poo.
Two people refused to work the next day. Given that it was 85 degrees in an office with no A/C, and we couldn't open the windows because of the poo, it was a shitty day at work. Heated emails flew with threats such as work stoppage, OSHA, and hot poo. Emails flew back with platitudes like reducing carbon footprints, we're working on it, and I'm Sorry For the Stench -But Hot Poo Happens, and my personal favorite "We are measuring the air for particulate levels."
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One thing I never want to know is the actual number of sewage particulates I am inhaling.
Ever.
My co-worker was saying all along that this was not normal. When the Big Boss of Facilities stepped in, she was vindicated when they had another facilities man suit up and get into the poo pit. The poo pipe was broken. Not just broken, but a whole foot-long piece had caved in, leaving steaming poo free to particulate everywhere. The smell we had rationalized for weeks was gone within a day. We're all chipping in to canonize the guy who slew the poo monster.
-Soba