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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Staff and customers stink!
Working at Our Price for years, there were many stinkers. My first 'management challenge' was telling a member of staff that he honked. He was a fat lad with exceptionally greasy hair in a rigid ponytail. The strange thing was that whatever the weather he always wore a sweater and at least two t-shirts. Could be that added to the odour issue?
And the customers could be even worse. There was a regular who was known as 'Cheddar Gorge' because of his awsome stink. By far the worst location to work was Victoria Station as we had a non-stop stream of rough sleepers coming in out of the cold. One had to be ejected by two of us standing either side of him spraying air-freshener at him for ten minutes.
Two days later the bastard came back and took a dump in the corner of the store. Cleaning up tramp poo is a non-transferable skill in the real world, but I've only ever had MacJobs so I don't care. (And I got someone else to do it, that's delegation.)
( , Sat 24 Mar 2007, 16:15, Reply)
Working at Our Price for years, there were many stinkers. My first 'management challenge' was telling a member of staff that he honked. He was a fat lad with exceptionally greasy hair in a rigid ponytail. The strange thing was that whatever the weather he always wore a sweater and at least two t-shirts. Could be that added to the odour issue?
And the customers could be even worse. There was a regular who was known as 'Cheddar Gorge' because of his awsome stink. By far the worst location to work was Victoria Station as we had a non-stop stream of rough sleepers coming in out of the cold. One had to be ejected by two of us standing either side of him spraying air-freshener at him for ten minutes.
Two days later the bastard came back and took a dump in the corner of the store. Cleaning up tramp poo is a non-transferable skill in the real world, but I've only ever had MacJobs so I don't care. (And I got someone else to do it, that's delegation.)
( , Sat 24 Mar 2007, 16:15, Reply)
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