It's a bad day when, an hour after you get to work, you realize that the shirt you have on is the one you wore last week, after your massage, and that the scent of week-old massage oil is simply, well, not a good one at all. Especially when your schedule for the day doesn't leave time to get home at lunch for a change or a shower.
Of course, it's an even worse day when you are the guy assigned to work with that guy all day.
So, to Mr. C.A. (not his real initials) of InPhase, I am humbly and terribly sorry for the day-long assault that was launched on your nasal passages today, and I hope that I can be forgiven for it.
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