Gods FUCKING Damn It!
May. 24th, 2026 06:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ryanreactsMost of the time, when I'm at work, scent is not a big trigger for me (certainly not as much as heat and noise, for example!).
In fact, most of the time, I would say it seems like my sense of smell barely works. It does, but in terms of doing their main job, my nose-holes might be even worse than my eyeballs.
But that is "most of the time," and today someone in FOH was wearing some sort of scent, and as soon as it hit me I got a headache that still has not fully left my head (three and a half hours after my shift ended . . .).
I can't even describe the smell. Obviously it was a smell, but in a way it was less like a smell and more like getting slapped inside my nostrils. I'm not sure if they were wearing too much, or if it was a particular scent that I just happened to notice and really fucking hate, but oh wow oh what now, it was a serious struggle.
Which got much more serious when the dinner shift FOH people started showing up.
One of them was also wearing some sort of scent. This one might have been vaguely lilac, and I honestly think I would have liked it --- but Jesus fucking Christ, this person was definitely wearing way too much. I literally stopped in my tracks multiple times.
As I was getting myself together to leave, walking into the break room was basically a scent assault. The likely culprit (sorry, but I do have lead suspects for both scents; of course I do) happened to be sitting at the table, and when I said something like "Oh my fucking god" out loud they asked if I was okay, and I actually said something about multiple people wearing scents so strong I thought I might pass out.
I didn't spell out the fact that one of those scents was clearly coming from them, and I wasn't making eye contact (which isn't unusual when I'm at work, but that's not the point), so maybe the message was received and maybe it wasn't.
But either way, something must be done. I do have a twist-off nausea stick, with a very nice minty smell, which I have already packed in my bag for work in the morning.
I've also ordered a bottle of unscented air deodorizer spray.
And it's not just me.
I vented to Kayleigh, and she name-dropped another FOH person I hadn't even smelled (heh).
But then also, as we crossed paths, Michael (not Mike!) asked how I was doing and I vented to him about it and he agreed that something special was happening today.
I really hope tomorrow is better,
because today, on multiple occasions, I stopped in my tracks and ran to the back room big sink so I could turn on the cold water and hold my head under it for a bit to ward off the scent.
It might not even help, but I almost wish I had a face mask.
In conclusion, WHY can't people JUST be considerate?
In fact, most of the time, I would say it seems like my sense of smell barely works. It does, but in terms of doing their main job, my nose-holes might be even worse than my eyeballs.
But that is "most of the time," and today someone in FOH was wearing some sort of scent, and as soon as it hit me I got a headache that still has not fully left my head (three and a half hours after my shift ended . . .).
I can't even describe the smell. Obviously it was a smell, but in a way it was less like a smell and more like getting slapped inside my nostrils. I'm not sure if they were wearing too much, or if it was a particular scent that I just happened to notice and really fucking hate, but oh wow oh what now, it was a serious struggle.
Which got much more serious when the dinner shift FOH people started showing up.
One of them was also wearing some sort of scent. This one might have been vaguely lilac, and I honestly think I would have liked it --- but Jesus fucking Christ, this person was definitely wearing way too much. I literally stopped in my tracks multiple times.
As I was getting myself together to leave, walking into the break room was basically a scent assault. The likely culprit (sorry, but I do have lead suspects for both scents; of course I do) happened to be sitting at the table, and when I said something like "Oh my fucking god" out loud they asked if I was okay, and I actually said something about multiple people wearing scents so strong I thought I might pass out.
I didn't spell out the fact that one of those scents was clearly coming from them, and I wasn't making eye contact (which isn't unusual when I'm at work, but that's not the point), so maybe the message was received and maybe it wasn't.
But either way, something must be done. I do have a twist-off nausea stick, with a very nice minty smell, which I have already packed in my bag for work in the morning.
I've also ordered a bottle of unscented air deodorizer spray.
And it's not just me.
I vented to Kayleigh, and she name-dropped another FOH person I hadn't even smelled (heh).
But then also, as we crossed paths, Michael (not Mike!) asked how I was doing and I vented to him about it and he agreed that something special was happening today.
I really hope tomorrow is better,
because today, on multiple occasions, I stopped in my tracks and ran to the back room big sink so I could turn on the cold water and hold my head under it for a bit to ward off the scent.
It might not even help, but I almost wish I had a face mask.
In conclusion, WHY can't people JUST be considerate?
