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| The offending jacket |
Driving
to work this morning I noticed a mouldy smell in my car. I put it down to
something being wrong with the air conditioner, made a mental note to tell
James about and forgot about it. Well, that was until I noticed the offending
odour again, not 30 minutes later while sitting at my desk. "That's
odd," I thought. Then came another whiff when I moved my arm. "'Holy
Shit, it's me that smells, not the car" – this is a direct quote. Somehow
my jacket went into the dry cleaners smelling just a tiny bit sweaty and came
back smelling like a damp mouldy old cloth. How the bloody hell does that
happen???
Worst of
all, it was too cold in the office (and I had worn an inappropriate singlet
top) to go sans jacket. I also had an important external that required me to
smell like a rose, as opposed to a dishcloth. Great way to make an impression
in my third week on the job!
Where in all of this did I find something to be
grateful for I hear you ask? Thankfully I have an overly strong sense of smell.
Two very kind colleagues did the sniff test for me today. Surely that’s a sign
I am fitting in. The jacket passed, just. It's good to know it was only me being
tortured by the smell and not every colleague and contact I walked past.
