Riding on fumes

They're painting the hallway right outside my office.
They painted the door before I got here, so I can't touch it (which means I can't close it).
There's a painter standing in my doorway, painting the frame.
I hate having people hover over me while I work.
I was grumpy before I got here.
Grumpier now.

And I hate the smell of paint.

I need chicken strips.