Don't you hate when you realize at the very end of a long work day that you neglected to put on deodorant?
I would also like to point out that I do this often enough that I keep a spare in my car. Of course, it does me no good when I don't catch on until 5 minutes before I have to leave.
I really hope no one noticed. I don't want to be known as the stinky new girl.
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I hate when that happens! I too keep a spare in my backpack just in case. Related to this, I have 3 recurring nightmares:
1. I go to school/work naked.
2. I go to school/work without a bra on.
3. I go to school/work without deoderent on.
How sad is that?
Move to DC, J. Nobody would notice. WMATA (aka "The DC Metro") warmly embraces stinky people and encourages them to "ride obnoxiously, ride often."
My wife tells me I should carry really strong gum, which I should then start chewing when I have malodorous seatmate. I keep asking her to swipe menthol from the GW Hospital morgue so I can schmear some under my nose for my commutes.
I should be thankful that today's fellow commuter decided to share his music with me as well as his odor. I was listening to Kanye blaring loudly from his headphones as he stood next me, armpit exposed as he hung from the center rail.
J left the DC area for many reasons. One of them surely was all the stinky people!
Is J the same "J" I'm thinking about from "the workplace which shalt not be named"? Worked a few cubes down from you?
Hi J, I'm Ken. I'm not nearly as bad as people in the workplace think... but some offices are places where you turn off your brain and open your mouth. :) Meb's last office had alot of those.
Nope, never worked with MB, however I have known her for an astonishing SEVENTEEN YEARS!
Okay, I have to go now. I depressed myself.
Holy crap. 17 years. And in those 17 years, I've managed to call you twice from several states away when I've cut off the end of my thumb. Once you slammed that poor thumb in the door when you were mad at me. Once I slammed you up against the lockers because you said you wanted the ozone hole to burn my face off. And yes, we each managed to stick fingers in one another's eyes. Ahhh...what memorable years. ;)
And now I am wondering who Ken thought you were. Ken, for a frame of reference, were you referring to the mystery J several cubes down in the EH space, the Chantilly swing space, or the 2nd floor in Chantilly? Hmmm....
And you called me once from a different state after I nearly cut my own finger off! It's like you were psychic or something! Five minutes later and I would have already been on my way to Urgent Care.
The lesson here is that we need to stay away from knives.
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