That reminds me that one of my favorite jobs (designer at an ad agency) started out as one of the worst. Hired as a junior designer, they proudly told me they ‘made me a new office!’ and I had a small cubby with a window that shared a space with the office paste-up booth (which kinda made sense, since I spent much of my time doing paste-up). It had a large spray-mount booth that was a furnace filter atop an industrial fan to suck away the carcinogenic fumes. After just a few months, I was getting constant headaches and feeling horribly ill; my boss told me it was probably just job stress. But one day they were doing a bunch of remodeling, and a guy came around to take measurements. “Hey, you know this spray booth is unvented, right? The fan’s just blowing the fumes back into the room. I hope nobody’s using this office or OSHA will be pissed, that shit’s deadly,” he said, peering into the paste-up room. “NOPE!! IT’S VACANT HAHA!!” my boss said, moving me into a new space. Magically my headaches went away.
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