Earlier this week, I went to Dollar General, only to see that my favorite Glade scent was not stocked on the shelf. In a fit of pique, I approached the manager to express my frustration, and asked her to replenish the product. She had the temerity to say that it wasn't her job; both Glade and Air Wick products are serviced by a separate merchandiser. I then proceeded to go to work nonplussed and distracted by this lack of effort on their part. How is a person supposed to work efficiently without the correct setting of Cashmere Woods gently wafting through the office? In order to clear my mind of this injustice, I had to shut my door to avoid the pungent odor of cheap cologne (Drakkar Valheim, I believe) emanating from the cubicle of the Accounts Receivable clerk nearby. Ugh. An incalculable, unmitigated workplace disaster.