Grumpy Bunny brought up the whole perfume thing. At the risk of sounding like a grump myself, I think people should be banned from wearing perfume in the office. Either that or their should be training in "Smells 101" for all new employees.
Two cubicles away, there was a woman who appeared to bathe in a perfume called "Navy". I have never bought Navy and would not know what Navy smelt like if someone else had not identified it for me, but I can tell you, whoever sells Navy will never get any business from me.
That woman might as well have been wearing a bell around her neck, because we always knew when she was coming, or going. She had her own personal entourage of smell to announce her presence.
We had another woman in accounting that also thought she needed to douse herself in the Eu De, only she had good reason. Somehow she believed that slapping on some bug juice would cover up her own natural body odors. All she succeeded in doing was smelling like a bear fart in a rose garden.
We also had a guy show up on his first day of work smelling like he hadn't bathed in a week. I got the pleasure of showing him to his new cubicle...and his new cubicle mates, I am sure they were as unhappy to see him arrive as I was happy to escape. He only lasted two weeks, unsurprising from someone who couldn't even shower for their first day of work.
The pleasure of working in an office is that you can delight all of your senses, sometimes all at once.
Posted by sychotic1
at 1:28 PM PDT
Updated: Tuesday, 28 September 2004 1:29 PM PDT