Personal Hygiene
There 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?
( , Thu 22 Mar 2007, 12:40)
There 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?
( , Thu 22 Mar 2007, 12:40)
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Dole Office
I once worked at the dole office, otherwise known as The Place That Personal Hygiene Forgot.
Thursdays were the worst - that was the day that all the homeless, drunks and tramps came in for their money, and staff would go about their work with blobs of Vicks Vapor Rub under their noses to mask the awful, awful smell of piss, shit, sweat, puke and cider.
It was even worse when it rained, as you could actually see the smell rolling about the place in a big, grey cloud.
I saw with my own eyes, one of the newer staff - unaware of the sheer awfulness of the situation - projectile vomit her lunch all over her big tray of claims, the desk, and the flexiglass which prevented the smelly old derelict on the other side from getting a face-full.
His reaction: "Am I still getting my money, or what?"
I packed it all in and got a job with cows.
( , Fri 23 Mar 2007, 7:54, Reply)
I once worked at the dole office, otherwise known as The Place That Personal Hygiene Forgot.
Thursdays were the worst - that was the day that all the homeless, drunks and tramps came in for their money, and staff would go about their work with blobs of Vicks Vapor Rub under their noses to mask the awful, awful smell of piss, shit, sweat, puke and cider.
It was even worse when it rained, as you could actually see the smell rolling about the place in a big, grey cloud.
I saw with my own eyes, one of the newer staff - unaware of the sheer awfulness of the situation - projectile vomit her lunch all over her big tray of claims, the desk, and the flexiglass which prevented the smelly old derelict on the other side from getting a face-full.
His reaction: "Am I still getting my money, or what?"
I packed it all in and got a job with cows.
( , Fri 23 Mar 2007, 7:54, Reply)
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