Perfume vs. pipe

I agree with you 100%. I think it is ridiculous that we are unable to smoke because it is found to be offensive, but people can slather themselves in all sorts of foul smelling products but we are required to deal with it.

I checked the timestamp on my prior post--we are now at 1 hour since she literally just _walked past_ my open office door and my office still smells of the perfume--and I've got a killer headache. I'm gonna go hang out in the secretary's office.

Sheesh!

I hate, and I mean HATE, perfume. In small doses, it annoys and disgusts me. In larger quantities, it gives me a headache.

Perfume at work is bad, but it is much worse when a server at a restaurant or bar is doused in the stuff. God, I hate that.

A nice perfume in very small quantity but cheap purfume in huge quantities is a definite negative. I think I'd sooner smell sweaty armpits or B.O. as it just doesn't seem to have the linger time of cheap perfume.

Oh man, we had this lady that used to bathe in that foul stuff every day. I avoided her like the plague as did most of the folks I worked with. One day I had to catch up with her to discuss a project we were both assigned to and she wasn't in her office so I started heading back to my cubicle and caught a fresh whiff of her stench ... like a dog I followed my nose for about 5 minutes until the stench led me straight to her.

I'll never understand why some folks do that. I wear a tiny bit of cologne every day - only enough that you'd need to hug me to smell it on me - no one else would ever know.

at the same job now for 15 years. I know which ones to hold my breath on as I pass them in the hall. Why do they think it makes them smell good?

We had a secretary a while back that did that too, and seemed to use perfume instead of bathing. What a lovely combination, BO and cheap perfume. She fortunately didn't last long!

you must have read my mind. I was going to comment that "They must have a fear of running water". I had to jump up and read the post to make sure it wasn't there.

This lady either wreaked of perfume, or B.O. and we never could agree on which was worse. On rare occasion, the two would present themselves in equal quantity...that's really bad!

me and a friend walked the hallways of the university, with a perfume bather in front of us, after a while of agitated conversation between us, he raised his voice and said loudly: "But it is just perfume"

and I replied: "But it stinks like rotting roadkill in the whole area, I am nausiated"

atthat point, the girl in front of us turn her head and looked at us, we stared back, and she continued her toxic stroll..

Me thinks I might smell like "grape juice". Hmmm ...

is that the woman is boozing at work & using perfume to cover the smell. It's all too common.

I know exactly what you are talking about. But c'mon admit it. Some ladies really, and I mean REALLY smells like a pound of Viagra.

The process is known as a GI shower (don't know where the term came from) Your armpits are barking and you smell as if you've been in the woods for a week. You have no time for a shower so you bathe in perfume/cologne and have the audacity to think anyone will be fooled.

..on the market:

It's called, PMS for the lady in your life. PMS stands for Perfume Must Stifle (other odors).

For us guys, DSB. DSB stands for Dreaded Semen Buildup. And, it acts as a stimulus to the ladies to offer you relief.

Not a bad combo. When used in combination by either men or women, it creates the desire for self gratification.

Someone would be hard pressed to convince me that you are the only one in that environment who has a hard time with this woman's aroma. Ask around, if even a few others are thinking like you it should not be difficult to get her boss to have her tone it down.

I suspect that you're correct, Highstump.
The "culprit" is an Adjunct. Academe has a very odd power structure that is not like the private sector. There are all sorts of odd social codes that I won't bore you with. Suffice it to say that, as a tenured professor, it would be very overbearing of me to go to her directly. However, the person in the office next to hers is also a woman and also an Adjunct--and one of my best friends. So I think I'll pass the message down the line.

You know, if the lady had tattoos and a trailer up on blocks, I have this demented white trash fantasy which I will refrain from publicly exploring......

Patchouli, the hip scent of the '60, the last refuge of the Great Unwashed. One of my classmates in the late 1960s, she of the swirling gypsy garb and the faux Native American footwear, would launch into a room, preceded by her aromatic aura. Fortunately, one could smoke in class in those olden times, and Camels, the Kerouacian proletarian choice would be sufficient just barely to hold up the onslaught. Though I must admit that I still have fond mammeries of her.......

You are just full of surprises lately, a most titillating recollection.

And we thought you were all about pipes and tobaccos ... hmmm ... me thinks there is more to our beloved morleysson than meets the eye ... perhaps more than we need to know, but more none the less!

it is as tasteless as MOUNT N' DO. There goes the forum.

And we thought you were all about pipes and tobaccos ... hmmm ... me thinks there is more to our beloved morleysson than meets the eye ... perhaps more than we need to know, but more none the less![/quote]

I am archetypically dull, and have been for my entire life. Immigrant parents, work through college, work menial dirty jobs w/ old crusty guys, a life in shades of gray.

But, a brief moment in class w/ an exotic Semitic girl, exotic like a gypsy; one is smitten from afar the remainder of their lives. I could probably tell you what she wore each class, yet I never spoke w/ her. The winter term 1968 ended, the image lingered, especially the patchouli. Shortly after, I met my wife, and the balance in the universe was restored.

The thread awakened the memory. Thanks, Laser.

... she makes things stand that have no feet!

Must be something about burley guys, we have a definite fancy for...things unpolished. I have this thing for big-haired, gum chewing, hillbilly chicks. Not to mention the trailer park trollop with a huge tattoo just above her butt crack. It should be noted that my wife is or was neither but just because I'm on a diet don't mean I can't look at the menu.

Those are known in the tattoo biz as "tramp stamps". Just figured I'd share.

You learn something new with every bowl.

Now there's something I'll gladly add to my vocabulary.

Thanks ;-)

At the idea that 50-60 years from now an entire cohort of wrinkly old ladies will have "Tramp Stamps" but I doubt any of them will be above the butt crack by then.

There are all sorts of things that we associate with "old people" that really are simply manifestations of their formative years being decades before our own. (I gotta be careful how I word these things--at 44, I'm not too far from being in that community myself!) Names, modes of dress, music, overall aesthetic issues, all point to our youth. If I walk into a granny kennel in twenty years, will the lobby music be Led Zeppelin? In fifty years will tattoos (tramp stamps, tribal arm bands, etc.) and body piercings be considered "codger stuff"?

I'm not sure if I'm looking forward to the future with amusement or loathing!