I Pit This Guy at the Office Who Smells Like Hell Crammed Up the Ass of a Dead Salmon

Dear Person of Arguable Importance,

You’re a man of taste and sophistication. Well, ok, not really. Actually, you’re the sort of self-promoting bourgeois douche whose indefatigable ability to spew semi-intelligent bullshit guarantees a certain degree of regrettable success in this business. But as repulsive as I might find you on a personal level, I can at least respect your ability to make it in the proverbial jungle. And what I mean is, you’re not exactly completely inept vis a vis the basic living skills of the modern human. You’ve litigated on three continents for over 30 years, and I think most people would agree that you have more than a passing familiarity with the body of law in which you practice.

Which is why I cannot understand why the fuck you stink so goddamn badly. Listen to me right now: the other day I walked into someone’s office, sniffed a cloud of solid vile reek lingering in the air, and then I said you’d just been there. Not in the form of a question, do you understand? An observation. Your recent departure was as clear and undeniable to me as a burning fucking bush in the dark of night. I smelled that you had been there, Pigpen. If we were in the wilderness, I now know that I could track you by scent alone. I would just follow whatever smelled most like a a handful of rotten meat after it’s been raped by a skunk.

There have been days that your entire corner of this office building has reeked with the stench of whatever fucking odor you are managing, in violation of all the laws of what is pure and right, to produce. I think the wallpaper is coming off. Does it come from your mouth? Your skin? Your clothes? I don’t know, no one knows. I do know that I’ve offered associates two hundred dollars cash to leave a can of beribboned Right Guard on your desk. I’ve watched the mail girl actually stagger when passing your office door, each time she looks like Hong Kong Phooey just karate chopped the back of her neck.

How does a man at your level of social functionality get to this point, hygienically speaking? Aversion to soap? You and bathing just decided to part ways? Did someone drive an iron spike through your olfactory bulb on the way to cleaving your forebrain in two? For fuck’s sake, you are married. You go home to your wife, and she doesn’t say anything? If I was fuckin married to you and you came home smelling even remotely the way you do today, I would turn the hose on you and call the police. I would be convinced that my husband had been killed and had his clothes stolen by a hobo who was now assaulting my home with handfuls of his own feces, because nothing else could smell so goddamned horrible. If you left home smelling that way I’d commit seppuku from the wifely shame of it. What the fuck is going on in that house?

Do you remember when I drove you to the airport last year, and I suddenly swerved a little ways onto the shoulder of the road? And I said whoa, almost hit that turtle? I lied, there was no turtle. I blacked out for a second from the exposure to your body odor. After I dropped you off, I seriously considered setting my car on fire and going for the insurance money. The stench lingered a week, I drove around with Vicks VapoRub smeared into my nostrils.

We’ve tried being subtle, and you don’t get it. I have openly discussed the virtues of soap with other while you are in the room. Not because I find soap interesting, but because I am hoping against hope that you might begin to recognize that little white bar the hangs out in the bathroom. You think in moments of calm, me and the other guys sit around talking about Listerine because we just love it that much? No. All for your benefit, chief.

So on behalf of all those who have suffered and continue to suffer under the noisome stench of whatever toxins your body has taken upon itself to secrete, I say: bathe. Oh dead sweet christ, take a bath, maybe even two a day. Eat properly and brush your fucking teeth. Floss. Eat properly. Do these things and rejoin the human race. We all beg you.

Regards,

GB

Eeeeeeeeewwwww!

Very colorful. I can almost smell the stinky bastard through the monitor. I will not win humanitarian of the year for this, but the one time I encountered an employee with this type of problem, I told his manager to sit him down and teach him how take a shower or find cause to fire him. Pronto. He learned to shower.

I find this amusing coming from a poster named Grossbottom. Nevertheless, some good, strong deodorant soap is in order, and perhaps a scrub brush.

Robin

I’ll do it.

Me too.

I could use the $200.

Hell, for $500 I’ll come in and give him a gentle lecture on proper hygiene and refuse upon pain of more pain to reveal who hired me.

Is it possible he suffers from some sort of medical condition, or do you know for sure he doesn’t bathe more than once a month, whether he needs to or not?

I’m going to have to be the insensitive one here, and ask if anyone cares if he has a medical condition or not?

He stinks, and it’s not Grossbottom’s job or any of his co-workers to put up with his reek, medical condition or not. He needs to get it treated, or stay away until he can somehow control it.

Sure, it sucks for him, but that’s how it goes.

A question for Grossbottom: Do the partners at your firm care? Seems to me that this stinky guy would repel clients, and therefore limit the firm’s ability to make money, and as you know, there’s nothing that law firm partners can’t abide like the idea of money not made.

Thanks, GB. That’s the hardest I’ve laughed at a Pit OP in a month or two. :stuck_out_tongue:

It’s pretty funny from over here, out of range of the stench.

This sounds like an issue for HR to me. You guys have tried being subtle and dropping hints. Any way some of you could submit anonymous requests for someone in the HR department there to have a quiet word with him? It’s obviously affecting your work.

That’s why the anonymous can of Right Guard and 24 pack of bar soap is the appropriate course of action. He gets the hint and doesn’t have to face the embarrassment of knowing that everyone is aware of the problem. That’s if you can keep a straight face after doing it. I had the unfortunate occasion to have this discussion with a coworker after drawing the short straw as it were and it was no fun. Give me the easy way out any day. Just make sure you don’t leave it on his desk with a fucking bow on it. It will be on then for sure.

I know MsRobyn already mentioned this, but it bears repeating –

When a guy who goes by the moniker “Grossbottom” says you smell bad, dude, you smell bad.

Besides the stench are there any obvious signs that the guy isn’t showering? Does his hair look greasy or anything? We must narrow the source down.

Definitely my favorite part.

To follow up: are we talking BO smell? Poo smell? Cigars? Rotted teeth?

That raises an interesting question: what if there’s a medical cause for his stench, and there’s no treatment for it? What should he do? Never leave his house again?

I don’t think it’s logical to ignore the issue because there is a remote possibility that he suffers from an untreatable condition. That would be looking to set the policy based on the exceptions.

This is somewhat similar to the obese people on airplanes dilemma. Sure, the guy next to me may suffer from a thyroid condition, but that does not negate the certain fact that he’s taking up half the seat I paid for and making me uncomfortable to the point of physical pain.

Is there a medical condition that would cause BO? Seems like those who would offer this out should check to see if there is any validity to it.

Maybe it’s moldy-unwashed-clothes smell. Think outside the box.

People with uncontrolled blood sugars sometimes smell bad because their flesh is rotting or they have uncontrolled skin infections (bacteria, yeast) or the sugar is being shed in their sweat. Then they smell kind of ferment-y and sickeningly sweet. People who have bad teeth or gum disease usually have bad breath – not just “Oh, I need a Tic Tac,” but “Something died in my mouth” bad. Diabetics with poor control sometimes have bad breath, too. If he had some sort of incontinence problem then he could very well smell horrible.

Of course, he might just being using Sex Panther as an aftershave, too.

I think we need to narrow down what type of smell this is. We know it smells bad, but is it mildewy? Necrotic? Rotting fruit? Rotting meat? Cat piss?