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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Dial "S" for Stinky
About 15 years ago I worked for a company that wrote control software. (No names, no pack drill) One summer, they took on "S".
S was a bit strange, had stranger friends, and even stranger habits. He also had a severe body odour problem - which smelt like decomposing bodily fluids and KY jelly (just trust me on this, OK?) - that he tried to cover up with cheap aftershave, only making it worse.
Now this is summer in the early nineties, in a building with no air-conditioning. Within a week, he'd emptied the office. People were finding excuses to go and work on the shop floor. After two weeks, he still hadn't taken the hint, or for that matter a shower, just piled on more aftershave.
We became very good at holding our breaths.
It got to the point where we complained to senior management. The head of department thought we were exaggerating, but he promised to have a word with "S".
In his office.
In private.
With the door closed.
After about five minutes the boss came out, and went off to the lavatories to throw up.
S turned up next day smelling considerably better, but deteriorated rapidly.
Within a week he was given the sack.
No apologies for length, as in "best kept at arms..."
( , Fri 23 Mar 2007, 17:46, Reply)
About 15 years ago I worked for a company that wrote control software. (No names, no pack drill) One summer, they took on "S".
S was a bit strange, had stranger friends, and even stranger habits. He also had a severe body odour problem - which smelt like decomposing bodily fluids and KY jelly (just trust me on this, OK?) - that he tried to cover up with cheap aftershave, only making it worse.
Now this is summer in the early nineties, in a building with no air-conditioning. Within a week, he'd emptied the office. People were finding excuses to go and work on the shop floor. After two weeks, he still hadn't taken the hint, or for that matter a shower, just piled on more aftershave.
We became very good at holding our breaths.
It got to the point where we complained to senior management. The head of department thought we were exaggerating, but he promised to have a word with "S".
In his office.
In private.
With the door closed.
After about five minutes the boss came out, and went off to the lavatories to throw up.
S turned up next day smelling considerably better, but deteriorated rapidly.
Within a week he was given the sack.
No apologies for length, as in "best kept at arms..."
( , Fri 23 Mar 2007, 17:46, Reply)
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