I had been lucky enough not to experience this for quite some time. Ahh, but yesterday I was besieged by that acrid stench. And believe, one whiff will do ya. I walked down a long corridor and no matter how far you went (my building is 1/4 of mile long) that foul scent wafted like bad perfume. There's an open area in the center of the building where the first and second floors share air. My office suite is on the second floor. And the scent was palpable up there, too. Not till I walked into my office suite did I escape the scent.
Worst of all, I seemed to develop the olfactory version of having a song stuck in your head. After I left the building, I swore I could still smell burnt popcorn in my car. And I even thought I could occasionally catch a whiff at home. Clearly this had to be some psychological quirk. I couldn't really be smelling it there, unless somehow my clothes absorbed the scent. And yet, it really seemed like I did.
I confess, I burned popcorn at work before. However, I vowed never to do it again. I'd rather have some extra unpopped kernels than to pollute where I live during the day.
So, have I made my opinion on burnt popcorn in the workplace clear enough? Heh. Would it be inappropriate to say I have a burning hate for burnt popcorn?