Sandra Wells5
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joined Mar 2022
I can’t exactly file a report either, because it would definitely get back to them sooner or later. My only interest is keeping things quiet there so they don't think some bitter competitor or jealous rival snitched on us—if they did, they'd start hunting for ten other violations. They certainly won't report us for gossiping, and besides, the fines they mention aren't enough to make my coworkers quit smoking. My boss definitely won't stop, and I doubt my colleague will either, since "that's her only joy in life." Plus, I work in accounting. This is how it goes when an inspector shows up: "Oh, Sandra Wells5, I have this incredibly vital meeting right now—literally the fate of the universe depends on it—could you handle this with the inspectors? If you need anything, just call my cell," and then—poof. Just like that, I end up stuck dealing with them myself, even though I really don't have the bandwidth for it... When I said we were "good," I meant we're tolerant, considering the kind of toxic relationships people deal with at work; we're actually a great team. Conversations with the boss are casual; there's no fear, no harassment, no bowing and scraping when he walks into the office. You can be totally blunt with him and push back without issue; he's a great guy, but in the business world—especially with clients—he's such a smooth talker, charming everyone while hiding his true intentions. My colleague is a few months away from qualifying for early retirement, so she could practically be my mother; I don't really argue with her, except when she starts lecturing me about health. She'll tell me I need to buy only the highest quality food and medicine, saying, "You're young, take care of your health," all while having a cigarette dangling from her mouth... like, wtf? I think things will just stay as they are, unless something clicks in their heads or I hit the jackpot on a Powerball ticket and quit. There isn't much else. The bills and the kids at home don't care if Mom can tolerate smoke at work; people endure much worse than this. I know my answer sounds like something out of those "he hits me, but I love him" stories, but what else am I supposed to do?