I've Been Chored: Rotten Egg Chicken Style

It happened again this week. I had just started to think maybe it was a stage of my life I had finally grown out of. I have been doing so well with the cleaning/cooking thing that truly I think I got a little cocky. Maybe "being chored" was just a thing of the past?

Not So... Cocky self is back in check. See below for my nasty rotten egg chicken style reminder.


Last week on Wednesday I brought my lunch to work in a fancy little Tupperware container. It was a rosemary lemon chicken dish (recipe here if you're brave enough to try it after this story). We ran out of plastic knives that day at work though and so after scraping a few bites of my chicken breast off with a fork, I gave up and just ate the potatoes. I closed up my Tupperware and set it aside.

Skip ahead five days to Monday, and I see my Tupperware container shoved into the corner of my desk totally forgotten. It was a little before 8 a.m.  so I decided I had time to go to the kitchen and empty it out before everyone started coming in. I did expect it to be a slightly unpleasant experience as sealed up Tupperware with food in it is rarely an enjoyable smell.

When I cracked the container and tossed the chicken into the trashcan I was immediately slammed with the foulest rotten egg chicken smell you can imagine. I was a little worried about its intensity, I mean, I was trying to do this under the radar before everyone came in. I decided my best bet was to use dawn on the container, spray some air freshened, and let it dissipate. Surely it would dissipate I told myself.

But it didn't. Back in my office, at least 50 feet away, I realized I could smell it. Not only that, I was hearing an on-going chorus of "what the heck is that?!" At this point, with fear that I might stink up the ENTIRE office rather than just the back half, I tried to nonchalantly make it back to the kitchen to take the trash out and pray that would fix the problem. It almost worked, I was caught red handed by my co-worker but she was cool enough not to tell the whole office how gross I am.

It took about another 2 hours and probably half a can of febreeze, but finally people quit making comments when they come to my side of the building.

Lesson learned: Getting chored is never fun, but its ALOT more embarrassing when it's in front of your co-workers!!