Mmmmmkay. So the strange odor didn't get better, neither did my headache. So I opened a window. Well, the folks down the hall didn't appreciate that (it's winter) so they decided to call maintenance. "Well, what does it smell like?" the dispatcher asked me. "Hot electronics." I said.
So she sends the fire truck.
I kid you not. Sirens, axes, hunky guys in nomex and cool hats. One guy brought an axe. The other brought a thermal imager and a tank of air. The third guy was in charge and didn't carry anything.
All sorts of fuss and hullabalooo.
And they find nothing. Not even the smell because I had just had the window open and cleared it out. Even if the smell had been there, I don't think you could have smelled it over their smokey nomex.
"Just call us if it comes back," they said. Inner Chloe is rolling her eyes.
Awesome. Good thing it's Friday, huh?
Well, at least it was something different on a Friday afternoon!