I used to work with a gal who came into the office once or twice a year. Apparently she only owned one suit and it was suede. She absolutely REEKED of mothballs. I’m thinking that’s the only time it ever came out of the moth ball box. Ugh.
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Been reading the Bulwer-Lytton contest entries again, have you?
Imagine a very large group of smokers who work in a factory at jobs that require spending 40 hours a week surrounded by the stench of cooking rubber. We kept our coats next to our machines so we could easily go outside in the cold for a smoke while our tracks cured or cooled. We STANK!! It was awful. The worst part was that we couldn’t smell it any more.
One day, my sister had surgery on her foot so she was home with me after I got home from work (I worked 3rd shift) instead of at her own job. After about half an hour in the same room with me, she offered me her entire salary for a month if I’d go take a shower and wash all my clothing.
I am still embarrassed that I had no idea how horrible I smelled. I’m so glad she told me. I’m also glad that I no longer work there, though I do still crave cigarettes all the friggen time.
I will admit to being a bit passive aggressive when encountering stink. Most often it’s people who drown themselves in acrid cologne/perfume in elevators. I will mention that it stinks, but not directed at any one person. I’m sure one day it will get me into trouble, but not yet.
Maybe you could ask to put them back in a bedroom or on a closet.
Smoking isn’t allowed in bars anymore, but when it was, I’d always leave my jacket in my car. People would always look at me funny when it was below zero out and I’d be peeling off my jacket and shivering. But it usually made sense to them once I explained that I’d rather freeze my ass off for then 30 seconds it’s going to take to get into the bar and the 30 seconds it’s going to take to get back to the car later tonight (and then warm up the car) then two spend the next 3 days having my jacket smell like smoke…and I’m a smoker.