There are few things more judiciously trying in the workplace than being a healthy non-smoker who is forced to toil alongside with dirty, filthy smokers.
Forget the stench that always seems to envelop their being and instead dwell, quite bitterly, on the fact that they get more breaks than you—smokers get a good five-to-ten minute break every hour on the hour to puff on a nick-stick while you, the one who has treated their body as a temple, remain stuck behind the desk, bean-counting without any equivalent relief straight until lunch. It’s unfair, it’s uncouth and it’s understandable why every year there’s more and more workplace shootings.