Quote from: Eoin McLove on April 03, 2025, 09:35:12 AMSeems like something management needs to address but how do you approach it. Might be that he has a condition but even if he doesn't, imagine having to sit the cunt down (all windows wide open, Glade plug-ins bilging smoke under the pressure) and say, hey dude, no offence, but you stink like a wet shite. Wash yourself, cunt. No offence.

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It definitely is a management/HR issue but our HR team seem to be incapable or unwilling to deal with it.

A few people have gone to them, myself included - and said "Look, you're going to have to talk to him about this." One of them even said "I've never noticed an odour". I felt like dragging them down to where he is and making them inhale him. 

All they say is that it's a sensitive subject - it's not, he doesn't wash either himself or his clothes. He doesn't brush his teeth. He doesn't cover his nose/mouth when sneezing. He doesn't wash his hands after leaving the jacks. This is not a medical condition, it's a dirty humming bastard condition.

It has become unreasonable that nobody else can or will use the canteen if he's in there because the smell is so bad or you can tell that he's been in a room even if you didn't see him enter/exit it.

I don't even have to work with him that much but if he comes into my (windowless) tool room to ask me something I have to steer the conversation out into the yard or warehouse. 

Fuck sake, that really is bad. You can't help but pity the poor eejit on one level, but having someone introduce him to a bar of soap, even one swinging through the air in the end of a shock, could only benefit him in the long run.

Wonder was the person who claimed to not smell him a smoker?

Reminds me of a lad who worked in the same place as me (just not the same department, thank fuck) who was known as Stinky Pete.

People tolerated him (for some reason), but it was the first legitimately cracking day of the year, and he was extra sweaty. So his manager ran him home to have a shower.

Lol we had a right smelly bitch in my last job. A smell of both front and back holes off her and several of the workmates went to the boss, saying they were going to get sick if they had to go in the lift anymore with her, but the boss couldn't bring herself to say it so it just stayed like that. It was the worst possible smell of arse and fanny one could imagine

Someone needs to tell him 1 on 1 (so they have total deniability).

There was a customer who used to come into Super Valu when I worked there as a young chap. We'd go into the store room for a good 20 mins until she'd shopped and left as it was the most vile death smell I've ever encountered. Boss would come into the store room from his office and go what's going on. Lady green jacket we'd reply. Cue boss going to turn up the air con.

#6800 April 03, 2025, 07:26:56 PM Last Edit: April 04, 2025, 09:49:49 AM by Carnage
Anyone who's worked in retail has had one like that. My first job was in a video rental place and this scumbag would come in and ho er for half an hour at a time, never renting anything. Same thing door left open for hours after to get the smell out, there was no other ventilation so it was great fun in winter.

Haha, yeah when I worked in GameStop we had Dirty Angela. Farmer lass, probably early 40s, smell her before you see her sort of person.

She had bought her numerous children (side note - some lad was clearly dipping on the regular) a Nintendo DS each. One was faulty. So I asked for the receipt. No bothers to her as she produced what a thing from her back pocket that was disintegrating, smelled a bit itself, but was clearly the correct receipt that had lived in her back pocket since purchase three months ago.

Disintegrating it may have been, but at the same time was obviously never through a wash.

Bonus gag points for her having what must have been a full centimeter of black dirt under her nails.

Quote from: Ducky on April 04, 2025, 08:26:43 AMHaha, yeah when I worked in GameStop we had Dirty Angela. Farmer lass, probably early 40s, smell her before you see her sort of person.

She had bought her numerous children (side note - some lad was clearly dipping on the regular) a Nintendo DS each. One was faulty. So I asked for the receipt. No bothers to her as she produced what a thing from her back pocket that was disintegrating, smelled a bit itself, but was clearly the correct receipt that had lived in her back pocket since purchase three months ago.

Disintegrating it may have been, but at the same time was obviously never through a wash.

Bonus gag points for her having what must have been a full centimeter of black dirt under her nails.



Yeah, Music City Bray we had an aul lad, stank like he was imbibed in months old piss, who'd come in to ogle DVD covers, sometimes rub himself and once actually pissed himself in store. Always felt sorry for him. After he'd left that is. The stench was just too unbearable for immediate sympathy.

I worked in Bray once upon a time in a video shop, think I remember this old man you speak of. He would come in at night and watch the TV screen in the corner. Felt sorry for him and never kicked him out but the stink.... out came the air freshener once he decided to leave.