That's the back end of our corporate center office. Yes, you read that correctly. The processing plants are located just west of the corporate office. Remember what I said about the parking lot being hell on earth? Well, perhaps now you will understand. Although, I am not complaining. Those plants are giving me a paycheck twice a month.
These pictures might also help to explain why I've had to get my car warshed {as they say in these here parts} every weekend since we moved. Whatever my company is cooking up on any random day gets spewed into the air and lands on the cars in the parking lot.
The other thing you can't see? The way the air smells in this area. The real estate agent who took us house hunting before we relocated made sure to tell us, "Do you smell that? That smell? I like to say that's the smell of money!"
Yep, that smell sure is distinct. Some days it smells like pet food. Other days it smells like hot chocolate. And then you get the days when it smells like pet food AND hot chocolate...oh, those are special days. Today, however, I was pleasantly surprised that it smelled like hot, buttered popcorn in the parking lot when I went out during lunch. Of course, this being the Midwest and all, the company has popcorn machines in the cafeteria and you can help yourself to free popcorn every day. I decided to partake today, and boy, I am regretting it! My tummy ached all afternoon.
Hopefully tomorrow I'll be able to snap a picture of a sign on my way to work that says "Agri-Fab". How hysterical is that?
Yes, that's right, we are Agri-Fab around here. I feel so at home.
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1 comments:
I grew up in Iowa, so I am well versed in things like Agri-Fab! ha ha! And that *smell*? Yah... Again, I grew up in Iowa. My nostrils were more than accustomed to the smells! Even though I grew up in one of the major cities, the smell of horses, dairy farms and pigs still takes me back.
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