I think that's really unlucky and it's not right. I have never smoked and having been around heavy smokers all my life, I'll tell you that I have put up with it, but I hate it. I have friends and family who smoke - but I still don't like it.
Why the hell should others have to inhale smokers' cigarette smoke? Why should others have to be passive smokers? I think smoking is a nasty habit, because it's bad for the smokers' health as well as for those who are sitting near the smokers, and I don't see why people should be allowed to impose this on others. If it didn't affect other people negatively, fine, smoke yourself to death see if I care. But that's not the case.
And I'm sorry but suggesting that Nancy should wear a face-mask is preposterous! For goodness' sake, why does she have to suffer because someone else has a nasty habit and is inconsiderate? Nancy, I'm not sure what your office's policy is but I'm betting somewhere in their "rules" will be something about co-workers not being permitted to harm others knowingly, or about there having to be some sort of peace keeping between workers. I think that if you quit your job it would be almost like you were harrassed out of it.
I'm not saying that your boss will do anything about it, because the real world usually sucks that way, but he really should. Also if you work up a fuss of course your co-workers may have it in for you. I have no solutions to offer but I think it's very unfair for you and I'll be glad when people are no longer allowed to blow their smoke in your face in a public place.
Sorry to get worked up but I think this is a position that Nancy shouldn't have to be in.
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Whether we write or speak or do but look
We are ever unapparent. What we are
Cannot be transfused into word or book.
Our soul from us is infinitely far.
However much we give our thoughts the will
To be our soul and gesture it abroad,
Our hearts are incommunicable still.
In what we show ourselves we are ignored.
The abyss from soul to soul cannot be bridged
By any skill of thought or trick of seeming.
Unto our very selves we are abridged
When we would utter to our thought our being.
We are our dreams of ourselves, souls by gleams,
And each to each other dreams of others' dreams.
Fernando Pessoa, 1918
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