No Self-AwarenessI had a boss who had no idea of his body odour problem, and everybody was too tactful to break it to him. Not so a visiting Rev Ian Paisley: "What the blazes is that smell? Is it you?" That sorted it. Stories of people blissfully unaware of their bad smells, bad manners and foghorn voices.
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 29 Nov 2012, 13:31)
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NosferatuI work at a small software engineering company over in Glasgow, so as you can imagine, none of us exactly have a strong reputation for hygiene or pleasant body odour. Nonetheless, we all got on pretty well (including the boss/owner) and have something of an in-office banter; upon the emission of arse-fumes we would attempt to estimate how much garlic/baked beans/strong Belgian beer had been consumed the night before by the guilty party. I myself was not the recipient of many successful guesses due to my passion for cooking original food with unpredictable quantities of garlic, onion, beans and lentils.
Anyway, one unfortunate day "Sam" (not going to out the sorry bastard) caught a stroke - probably due to his horrific diet - and had to be let go. Blokes who could't type weren't much use. This freed up a slot that needed to be filled, so the boss put out the word and eventually we had a few applicants. None of them were spectacular, but he had to pick one (which he did ... out of a hat) and so the new guy, "Tom," arrived.
Tom was a pretty sound guy, though he did have his odd moments (including arriving to work one day with welding goggles and refusing to acknowledge their existence). The one that is particularly relevant to this QotW arose the day after the boss' birthday bash this past summer. Whilst everyone else was nursing their hangovers of varying strengths, Tom got on all fours and started moving from desk to desk staring up into each person's slightly confused face. Eventually he got round to the boss and proceeded to get very, very close. With astonishing speed he appeared to be trying to jam his fingers right up the boss' nostrils. Just as quickly, and to the surprise of pretty much everyone around, he pulled out a tiny man with a little pointy hat then screamed, running out of the room. It appeared that Tom had nose-elf awareness.
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clockworkrat has nice pants, Sat 1 Dec 2012, 1:53,
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Sorry, no click from me. :-[(, Sat 1 Dec 2012, 4:47, closed)
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