I'm willing to share small tidbits of me. Who I am. What I experience. Why I do what I do. Just ramdom thoughts from me. Enjoy!
Who?
Name::Random me From::California, United States
I am a wife and mother of two boys. I work full-time in the electronics industry. It took me 6 years to graduate college (no, I'm not embarrassed-I finished, Dammit!) SJSU class of 1990. I love to cook, because I love good food. I'll pass on sweets, but will eat something with garlic or onion in a minute. I HATE cheese, except Mozzerella on pizza-and that has to be combination pizza. I hate chick flicks, but love a good thriller. My husband and I are real estate investors on the side. View my complete profile
I think I hate colognes and perfumes.. Wait, I don’t “think”—I know. They stink. I think they stink because most people really have no idea how to wear them. If I hug you, then I should get a pleasant “whiff’ and be pleased with that. Not a smack in the face with it when you walk by. If I can smell your “O’de Odair” when you are 3-5-10 feet OR MORE away from me, you’ve over applied and you are making my eyes water.
Right now there are two people in my office, who are clearly committing odorous offenses and no one else on my team notices it. Oh God! I am dying. My eyes water all day long because of this stinky, almost “Vic’s Vapor-Rubbish” smell that permeates my nasal cavity, burns my eyes, makes my head hurt and makes me wish I could throw up. I can literally taste the shit in the air.
My manager, she’s relatively new here and she’s cool-very cool, but the cologne has GOT TO GO! I sit right outside her office and every time she walks out, it refreshes the odor that permanently lingers in the area. It’s like “Pig Pen” walking past me in a light dust storm-it just gets more intense as she gets closer to me.
It’s so strong, I think she’s spraying it on her clothes… and I’m crying: FOUL! That’s a big ass “no no”. My co-workers can’t smell it. WTH!?
I’m still trying to figure out if and how I should tell her. I’m not afraid to, but I think it’s ”my” problem and not “her’s”. Problem is, I don’t know how much longer I can cope, hence the desire to say something.
The other person is also new. I don’t even think he’s been here for a month, but I can smell that sucker coming up behind me. Another really, really nice guy. I hate even saying this, but his cologne smells like he didn’t wash thoroughly and completely missed washing his ass. I know he’s bathing, because no one can carry a funk this consistent unless they are intentionally applying it daily. I asked my co-workers if his cologne stinks to them too, and they cant even smell it. WTF!?
So, it’s official. It’s not them. it’s me. I don’t like fragrance. If I wear it, I can taste it. I think the examples of the odor issues I’m encountering at work have to do with my nose picking up something that most people don’t smell. I think this is like the cheese thing. Most people love cheese. Perhaps it’s the creamy goodness that people love—I have no idea-no one has ever explained what it tastes like. To me it tastes like spoiled milk with melted plastics, chemicals and poison all mixed together. No, I’ve never tasted poison, but I’ll betcha we all get the jist of what poison might taste like. As you can tell… I HATE CHEESE!
Man, how’d I get from cologne to cheese??
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1:49 PM ::
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