Personal HygieneThere comes a point at which your hygiene becomes less your problem and more everyone else's:
My old school nurse never seemed to wash - instead she wrapped herself in crepe bandages from the first aid kits. The smell was beyond pungent. If you got ill at school, it was better to suffer than try and explain symptoms whilst only breathing out.
When she was eventually 'let go',they had to strip the wallpaper in her office to get rid of the lingering odour.
How scuzzy have you got? Or, failing that, how bad have people you know got?
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chthonic, Thu 22 Mar 2007, 12:40)
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Mince and Onions.A few years back when I still worked in IT, I worked in an office building that was converting from an old ICI paint factory. Metal Floors, Windows that didn't open more than an inch, Rudimentary aircon and PCs outnumbering people 2:1. In August it was not a fun place to be.
Then there was Mr B. I shall refer to him as Monty Burns, largely due to the fact that he looked _exactly_ like him. And he stank. That never-washes-his-shirt stink that smells like mince and onions, and lingers in the nostrils.
In August. with no Aircon.
James Bond baddies could have bottled the vapours to use in a fiendish plot of doom.
Worse still he was oblivious. Even subtly placed tins of deodorant on his desk went unnoticed.
Blech.
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