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WTF

I Promise It’s Not What You Think It Is

by Monique on August 22, 2008


It takes a lot to embarrass me.

I am far too much a character to be humiliated by other people’s antics. I’d have to embarrass myself first in order for me to be affected by someone elses stupidity.

Well, I did it. I really made myself look so stupid… and if I were a white female, I surely would been so red or purple or maybe even blue that someone would have probably called an ambulance.

My hands were really dry the other morning so I turned to get some lotion from the bottle I keep on my desk. I pushed down on the pump and instead of lotion landing in my hand, it shot upwards onto my arm and shoulder.

I did my best to clean it up but we had customers arriving.

I took care of 3 customers who all looked at me a little weird. Nothing usual for me though. It wasn’t until a regular came in and laughed at me that I realized something was up. He suggested that I might want to look in a mirror.

So I did. And yeah… in my hair and on my cheek were remnants of the lotion. It looked like I was having a little too much fun before work and failed to clean up.

I could have died.

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Excuse Me Miss, But Um.. You Stink

by Monique on July 30, 2008


Many moons ago, I dated this guy who decided that in order to profess his love for me, he would buy me a skunk. At first, I was apprehensive, but I quickly came to love and appreciate everything Pepe brought to the household. It was very much like having a dog or cat, but yet different. And of course he was descented so that eliminated any worry about either of us getting sprayed. (And yes, they make very good pets.)  But my point is, I guess living with a skunk that didn’t smell up my house made me think that humans should be able to keep themselves equally as clean.

Boy was I ever wrong.

Oh My God, What Is That?

I recently was standing in the store and I could smell the faint smell of something “off”. I looked around and didn’t see anything so I smelled myself just to make sure I was still fresh. I passed my own test so I carried on with my shopping. As I rounded the corner, the smell got stronger to the point where I began to feel nauseous. What the hell was that smell?? And then she walked by me.

She looked clean. She looked like she showered before she came out. She looked rather nice actually. They have always said that looks can be deceiving, and she really proved that. Wow. Her odor moved through the store like a virus. It was disgusting. And it lingered… like it attached itself to everything. It was a combination of dead fish and an ashtray. A clear case of B.O.

I couldn’t even finish my shopping… I just had to get out of there.

Stop Talking!!! I Can’t Hold My Breath If You Keep Asking Me Questions!!

I really hate when I get a stinky customer. Please do not come into my office without having showered in the past 24 hours. In fact, I am going to be nice and say 48 hours. You know what, you know the span of time it takes you to need a bath people.

I have someone who frequently comes in and must have some serious smelling problems. Their nose is clearly broken because I have never had them NOT come in and smell like death is stalking them. It’s pretty disgusting. And it seems the worse a customer smells, the friendlier they are. They will lurk around chatting up a storm and acting like we are best friends. No, we are not.

Seriously. Shut Up.

I know that there have been times when I have opened my mouth and quickly realized I shouldn’t have. This discovery usually leads me to brush my teeth or find a piece of gum immediately. Sometimes I try to get away with it because it’s around a loved one, but my friends and family are not kind enough to let me get away with that. They have no qualms about telling me my breath stinks.

It’s become apparent to me that not everyone realizes when they are in need of a toothbrush.  Nor, do they have a special someone to tell them either.  I know for a fact that if I remain silent and do not open my mouth for more than 30-45 minutes, I am going to need some gum or a mint or a toothbrush or something the second I open my mouth. In my purse right now I have 3 packs of Orbits gum - 2 packs of the special edition Positively Pomegranate and 1 pack of the Maui Melon Mint - plus some mints and other breath sweeteners.  It is inevitable that silence leads to halitosis… at least in my case it does. And honestly, everyone else I know has the same issue. Keep mouth closed, stink forms. Thirty minutes later you open it, stink escapes and makes me sick. Oh wow, maybe I just discovered the cure to bad breath! I will create some painful contraption that forces your mouth always be open! Ok, nevermind.

And why is bad breath always so hot? The worse the smell, the hotter the air coming along with it. I have a customer who must have the severest case of halitosis known to mankind. His breath smells like he ate some rotten eggs with garlic along with a side of dog shit. He’s a regular too, so every time I am working, he comes in smiling and talking. Sadly, he also suffers from the ever trusty, “I Smell Bad So We Are Good Friends” syndrome.

Are You Sure Those Were Flowers In That Bottle??

Funk isn’t limited to just bad breath and body odor. It also applies to perfumes and colognes. When you splash on your favorite scent in the morning, and then come home and can still smell it as clear as day, you probably are wearing too much of it. Now I know sometimes we think our favorite perfume is pleasing to others, but it’s usually not. I love love love Versace Woman but not everyone likes the alluring mix of frangipani, jasmine, plum, raspberry, and amber. Hell, reading that makes me not even like it. But nonetheless, that is my scent, but when I wear it I try to do it mildly. I know that when I get in my car, and realize I will need a gas mask to make it to work, I probably put on too much.

The goal of wearing perfume or cologne should be to breeze in and leave your mark without it being overwhelming. If you notice people frowning at you, you’ve failed miserably. If you return to the place where you were breezing and your mark is still there, you’ve failed miserably.

That Time Of The Month Does Not Mean The Time Where We Don’t Wash Down There

I will touch on this briefly, because I don’t want to cause any guys to go running and screaming into the wilderness. But girls, you know that during “that time” you have to take extra care to make sure you are smelling like roses. I personally think deodorized anything down in that area makes it worse, and frankly, I do not want to smell that as is. So adding something to it is just wrong. Nothing is more repulsive to me than minding my business, and getting a whiff of a woman’s monthly business. Ugh. When I was younger, my grandma used to tell me that you shouldn’t shower when you have your period because it would “clog” you up. I always thought the woman was crazy1 so I never listened to her. I hope no one else is listening to their crazy grandma’s either.

Keep Your Dignity, Bathe!

Here are a few suggestions as to how to make it through the day without killing someone with your funk:

  • Get yourself a “Sniffing Buddy”.  Make an oath to each other that if one of you stinks that you’ll be honest to each other about it.  Get a “Back-up Sniff Buddy” too in case your first buddy isn’t around.
  • Limit the quantity of rotten eggs and garlic with a side of dog shit you eat.
  • Limit your good stinks too. You may like it, but half a bottle of your favorite barf-ume doesn’t equal a good time for the rest of us.
  • Throw your gas mask away and take a self sniff whenever possible.

And finally ….

  • Wash your behinds! And fronthinds.


  1. sorry grandma []

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Why Must You Make Me Be Mean?

by Monique on July 22, 2008


It’s Tuesday and I am beginning my mini-vacation. I don’t return back to work until Sunday. I plan on getting a lot a few things done around the house, Plus, I was hoping to finish setting up the meme and award portion of my own site as well catching up on a few of my favorite blogs. I still haven’t uploaded my doodles for Doodle Week!1

Anyway, as I was surfing the web today, I found myself getting cranky which only means it’s time for me to go down the dreaded, yet pretty simple list, of my blogging pet peeves. If I offend you, sorry, but my usual blog surfing has gone from pleasurable to being rather annoying. And I really don’t like being annoyed.2

With that said, let’s get started.

I Do Not Want To Hear Your Music

I really like discovering new blogs. I enjoy reading what you have to say and share.3 However, if you opt to have auto-play music on your blog any slight possibility of us being friends will come to a screeching halt. I know we all would love to share our new favorite song with the world, but you don’t have to force it down my throat. Direct my attention to it, and then allow me the freedom to CHOOSE to play it if I want to hear it.

Not Everyone Uses Blogger

The world wide web is a big big big place. I mean it’s huge… and I know this might shock some people, but not everyone uses google’s version of a blog. I personally use Wordpress. I know there are people who use Diaryland, GoDaddy’s Quick Blogcast, Typepad, Joomla and well you get the point. So, knowing this, why would you set your comments to only allow people who use blogger? Is that fair? I know we all want to avoid spam and other crazy nonsense, but I am sure you want to have people coming to your blog and commenting right? Otherwise, what is the point? I’ve been nice and leaving comments anyway but I won’t any more. If you won’t take 2 minutes4 of your time to make it so I can comment without using some made up google blog then I figure you don’t want my comments anyway.

Oh Yah! I Get To Spend 5 Hours Searching Your Site!

If you use Entrecard, and actually drop your card on blogs, then you might be able to relate to this.

I do not want to spend my life looking for the Ecard widget on your blog. If you can not find a spot near the top or on the absolute bottom then I’m not dropping on you anymore. Wait… I’m going to make an exception and say that I will drop on you if it’s in the middle… but not if its surrounded by a ton of useless links, pictures, advertisements, garbage, and badges. The days where I enjoyed playing “Where’s Waldo” have surpassed, so I don’t want to play it on your blog with your Entecard. I could be mean and pinpoint the specific blogs I am referring to, but I won’t.5

In Conclusion

  1. Please stop forcing your music down my throat.
  2. Enable ALL forms of comments on your blog… It will exapnd your readership, and I bet you will get even more comments.
  3. Put your Entrecard somewhere where its easy to be seen and quick to click.

Thank you, and I really hope we don’t have to have this little chat again for at least a year.


  1. I am such a lazy ass! []
  2. Actually, no one likes seeing me annoyed []
  3. Unless it’s 20 pages about how to make money quick []
  4. I am sure it will take even less than 2 minutes []
  5. Even though I reaaaaaaaallllllyyyyyy want to []

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