My office mates audibly fart throughout the day and act like it's normal. Pretty sure it's not.
Mercifully, about the worst my current coworkers do is say "leverage" when they mean "use".
Some of the people that went to the gym used to hang their towels over the partitions, until an email from the Head of Facilities saying that they made the office look like a holiday hotel in Benidorm.
They would fart as freely as blinking. This was in a very conservative white midwestern town, and they wouldn't even reel it in while pitching sales to potential buyers.
I was a teen at the time and couldn't believe it, ripping ass right in front of a potential customer while running over prices of various components, without missing a beat.
But clearly this is a cultural thing, and some cultures don't seem to frown upon it.
The best part was they also ate vegetarian, and the most convenient vegetarian fast-food option was taco bell so they ate bean burritos practically ever day. The flatulence was nearly constant.
Are your office mates immigrants?
But seriously, I have a cubicle-mate that goes through a box of tissues every two days. He is constantly grunting and blowing his nose. He also spends 15 minutes brushing and flossing in the bathroom twice per day. I say 15 minutes, because he has his phone propped up with a timer.
Every time my noise cancelling headset runs out of power and needs to be recharged, I re-evaluate my life choices and my tortured existence.
My ex boss bought a mechanical keyboard with Cherry MX Blue switches(the loud clicky ones) that would penetrate my noise cancelling headphones and gave everyone in our shared office 'Nam PTSD flashbacks.
Nobody dared to complain to him about that. Still wondering if he did that on purpose to troll us or he was just really indifferent about the others in the office.
Instead, it's payback for all the chitter chatter that's happening around me at this very moment. I also like to eat loud crunchy snacks and open energy drink cans to be extra evil.
> You retreat to the furthest stall for your afternoon constitutional. Perhaps you hope to wait me out, but you underestimate my resolve. Dentists recommend brushing for 2 to 3 minutes, but I will be here for a minimum of 10 minutes — possibly 15 — to ensure that I’ll be seen by as many coworkers as possible. Yes, I will still be here when you emerge, to the rhythmic sounds of Reach Extra-Firm bristles on flawless enamel. Each stroke brushing away any illusion of equality between us.
This is not about teeth. The teeth are merely 32 gleaming ivory towers from which to look down on you. This is about what the teeth represent. It’s about what else we both might surmise from this moment: That I am likely far better positioned for retirement. That my houseplants enjoy regular watering and seasonal fertilizer. That I have enviable cholesterol and triglyceride levels. All of that with which you struggle in life, that which eludes you? These things are effortless for me.
It's enough to make me think about quitting some days.
Odd thing for me, despite my allergies being to cats, dogs, tree and weed pollen, I always feel worst when I'm in the office away from my allergens. When I'm at home with my dog and 3 cats, with the windows open and pollen flowing through the living room, I'm fine. :shrug:
Unless farting is illegal nasal harassment, you have no case.
This individual was a foreign national working in the US for the first time. My understanding was that HR took the individual aside in a private meeting and explained there were issues about their hygiene and arranged for them to attend some sort of cultural acclamation course that addressed things about cultural and workplace expectations.
We weren't looking for the individual to be disciplined or anything, but we certainly needed to be able to sit in our cubes without our sinuses being assaulted and our eyes watering.