[Completely off-topic]I was there, too! Where were you standing?
Robin
I worked in a scent-free office once. Now, I had no problem with not wearing perfume or cologne, but this place wanted you to buy all unscented products–lotion, soap, shampoo, deodorant, etc. (Tough to find, and maybe they make unscented shampoo, but I never found any.) They even came around once and sniffed everyone’s bottles of hand lotion! I guess I’m just lucky they never took a sniff of our hair. The policy seemed like a good idea, but turned out to be very demeaning. If they want us to use special hand lotion, they should buy it.
Where I work now, there was a woman who could not stand scents. They made her sick to her stomach. She wore a mask with a filter in it. Then, she got all her bad teeth pulled and got dentures. Problem solved–she no longer needs the mask.
I thought I’d have to show up really early, so I went at 2:45 and I was actually the seventh person in line out of all those people on the corner of N. 3rd and Liberty. I ended up sitting on top of the first flight of stairs of the Capitol with my feet resting on the top step, about ten feet in from the middle aisle that Obama and Casey came down. You?
I was on the second or third row of steps on the far left side closest to the buses. After the speech, Obama walked up and down that side to press the flesh before he went back to his bus.
I got there at around 5 something. What’d you do to pass all that time?
Robin
I brought a book and a Nintendo DS that I borrowed from my sister, but ended up just chatting with the people standing around me in line the whole time since my friends don’t care about politics and didn’t come along. The time went faster than I would have thought.
When I got there, there were actually parking spaces open right on 3rd St. just a block away from where it was closed off!
Edit: whoops, nevermind.
Wait, no. I was right the first time! Watching it in fullscreen and taking facial expression into account confirmed it. After Obama started speaking, I moved down to the very front, since I was just a few steps away from there anyway. They put up one short little video on PennLive and I found myself in it. I’m the tall, pale guy with short, dark hair behind the black guy with the SEIU shirt at 0:11-0:14 and 0:17-0:20. Cool! I look kind of goofy because right at that moment I was kind of closing my eyes and letting the speech sink in. Naturally, that’s when the camera had to catch me. 
Then I was maybe 50 feet or so from you. I’m not in the video, but I was standing at the very end of that section, toward the security booth.
This concludes this hijack. We return you to your normally scheduled thread.
Robin
What pisses me off about perfume is that I like it, but I can no longer stand it and have a really severe cold-like reaction to it, thanks to this one woman I worked with briefly. You could smell her stank ass old lady reek literally a minute before she walked through the door and hours afterward. I once asked her very politely to tone it down when I started having these reactions, and it was the same old story.
[Old English Lady] I like it, and I don’t wear that much![/OEL]
When that failed, I asked our big boss to please, for the love of everything that is good in the world, get her to tone it down because it was making me loopy.
He told me that he would not say a word because that woman was a kind old lady and she had worked for him for years.
After getting a promotion (HA! Sure it was…) and getting my own office in the same trailer, I couldn’t stand that job anymore and left for greener pastures.
That old lady is dead now. I harbor no doubt as to whether or not her nuclear cloud caused her cancer.
(That is a very tongue-in-cheek remark. I’m still bitter that I can’t stand perfume anymore. Please don’t flame me for it.)
Anyway, it’s perfume specifically that does it. I like lightly scented oils and some scents in soap and shampoo. I have only one friend that likes horrid smelling things, and I try to be cool when she puts that shit on moments before we get in a car, but I get all goofy in my sinuses.
Are you sure your bosses know what that other supervisor did? After you get the job, is there a way you can slip a copy of that message to her boss?