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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Nice smelly people
It's always hard when the smelly person is someone you actually like. I used to work in a very small charity call centre, and we didn't have assigned seating. As a result staff would turn up half an hour early to get the best seats. If you didn't, you'd end up with Audrey's seat.
Audrey was a lovely lady who, herself, didn't seem to smell particularly bad. Her seat didn't smell bad either - I know, I got desperate enough to bend down and sniff it. But the area around the desk smelt permanently of piss and feet. At least, I assume that's what it was. I discovered what my boss actually called "the wee seat" when I came in on crutches with a broken ankle. Within half an hour I asked to go home because I "wasn't feeling well"... nausea will do that to you.
( , Sat 24 Mar 2007, 2:35, Reply)
It's always hard when the smelly person is someone you actually like. I used to work in a very small charity call centre, and we didn't have assigned seating. As a result staff would turn up half an hour early to get the best seats. If you didn't, you'd end up with Audrey's seat.
Audrey was a lovely lady who, herself, didn't seem to smell particularly bad. Her seat didn't smell bad either - I know, I got desperate enough to bend down and sniff it. But the area around the desk smelt permanently of piss and feet. At least, I assume that's what it was. I discovered what my boss actually called "the wee seat" when I came in on crutches with a broken ankle. Within half an hour I asked to go home because I "wasn't feeling well"... nausea will do that to you.
( , Sat 24 Mar 2007, 2:35, Reply)
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