Recently, the overlords (or, more accurately, overladies) in The Workplace asked me to move offices from my cubby in the copy room - no joke - to a place that actually had things like silence, and where I wasn't confused with the Xerox repairman.
I complied, of course, because I enjoy being able to
pay about 85% of my mortgage every month, and wound up in a much larger office with one deficit: the storage closet's shelves were warped from years of water leakage (apparently I share a wall with a temperamental coffeemaker), overloading, and the twin feelings of failure and humiliation that seems to be pretty pervasive around here.
So, I had them replaced by the Workplace's facilities staff, who did a bang-up job, and even were kind enough to not paint them.
My coworker (same one referenced in the summary) came in this afternoon, shoved his head in the closet, and inhaled deeply. Then he commented, "I wish I could get a Glade plug-in that smelled like cut wood."
So here we go. A standard electrically-powered air freshener that contains esters that, in combination, are remeniscent of freshly-cut plywood.
Deluxe models come with a small fan and very fine sawdust that is blown across a room once every few days to add to the olfactory illusion.