Work review

So I've been working for Anna for 4 weeks now. It has been great. I'm getting to grips with the job quickly and forging relationships with my collegues. We were both in agreement that things are progressing nicely and Anna is pleased she chose me for the position. Lovely.

Except, apparently at the end of some working days I have an... ...odour.

Well no s*^& Sherlock. I work in a really warm place, running backwards and forwards to the office more times than should be strictly necissary. Then lifting, carrying and climbing ladders (which makes me a little nervous and thus sweaty, and puts me higher up in the aforementioned warm building.) It's no real surpise that by the end of the day I'm a little pongy. I've been aware of it too I can tell you. God Damn I hate it when I smell.

I also refuse to cover it up with some fake floral scent. Particularly as I'm still (it turns out) slightly allergic. Many afternoons have seen me avoiding the locker room at all costs as it slowly fills up with miriad vomit and hacking cough inducing 'BO Busters', which do little more than add to the auras of smell pervading the building and it's staff.

I'm also too poor to have more than three work tops, and one pair of work trousers. So they only get washed once a week. I will concede that this might be a contributing factor. When I get paid, more trousers and cotton tops will be purchased so I can wear something clean every day. (For now, febreeze will have to work it's magic for all that I hate the smell of it.)

Perhaps, though, I'm making a big deal out of this because it's true. I'm smelly at the end of the day. Sometimes I know I must be smelly at the start of the day. Because, truth be told, I think I'm still too depressed to be making that much effort over taking care of myself every single day. So sometimes I miss a shower and don't wash my hair because, well, who will notice.

So, in the spirit of getting-over-it I will add to my list of daily 'must do's' - which so far only includes; eat; crap (if at all possible); drink water; get to work (to give myself purpose, you see) - I must add; wash; apply makeup; take pride in myself as well as my job and my friendships.

Since jobs and friendships might not last much longer if they have to be maintained around my funk.