By Chris McMahon
Chris McMahon, a 10-year state employee, directs the market research function in the Office of Investment Management. Photo by David Gonzalez |
I heard a friend utter those words about 10 years ago when someone lit up a cigarette in his house.
Since then, I have read much about the effects of secondhand smoke. Today, we know much, much more:
- We know that exhaled toxins may be worse than the ones that are inhaled;
- We know that it causes ear infections in kids;
- We know that people who never smoke but live with smokers get lung cancer in alarming numbers.
Yet still, we must often walk through a smelly haze to come to work at Mn/DOT, or smell the noxious and disgusting ashtrays. It appalls me that the very people I work with (whom I admire for being public servants and choosing to work for less money than most in the private sector) still lack the care and respect for the rest of us, by smoking where they are not supposed to be.
Mn/DOT Central Office has one designated smoking area—a bench, which often has sunshine. Before I came to Mn/DOT, I was relegated to an enclosed room in the bowels of the building—a room with concrete walls and no ventilation. Smokers at Mn/DOT have it pretty nice; they don’t have to leave the grounds, yet they still choose to smoke in non-designated areas.
While I, as a fellow employee, can ask them to move, I am not able to make them, and won’t risk “a scene.” Only their supervisors can enforce the rules.
Being a recovering smoker myself, I have compassion for those who are still slaves of the nicotine drug (or demon, as some call it). I find myself, however, unable to stop the anger and displeasure that comes when I must breathe it all in as I walk, fresh and clean from my shower, through the door in the mornings.
I wonder if they realize that they truly ARE hurting the rest of us.
I wonder if they do not feel the same embarrassment that I do, when a member of the public comes in while the smokers are lingering outdoors, sending the reek of the smoke to the nostrils of those who choose not to hurt their bodies with the poisons that are put into cigarettes today.
I wonder how to plead with them, “Please…don’t hurt me with your secondhand smoke.”
The annual Great American Smokeout that encourages people to stop smoking for one day happens Nov. 16 this year.
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