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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My cow-orker John.I'm not changing names to protect the guilty. This soap-dodging hippie I have the misfortune to work with named John, on a regular basis comes to work in a place where the accommodation has no baths, only shower blocks. And then refuses to be clean because "I don't like showers, man." In the past he's been frogmarched into the showers, thrown soap and told not to come back out until he's actually clean. He's been sprayed with air freshener. We have officially complained about him to the boss. Nothing works. The dirty bastard wears the same shirt for a whole run of shifts. Complete with food stains from the previous run of shifts. He once came here with a pair of salmon pink jeans. They were grey when he left because they were not washed for five months. Upon being due to leave he told our admin bloke "I'm thinking of donating some of my clothes to the Seaman's Mission in Stanley." Admin Bloke's reply was "John, they need to be fucking incinerated, not donated. A tramp would turn them down."
The office cat loves him though. Probably because he smells like cat food.
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stuj (^(^;;^)^) GO TEAM SPIDERS!(^(^;;^)^), Sat 24 Mar 2007, 14:08,
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