Hawkman

Okay, my nose has been under attack today. I woke up and let the Solomonster out and I sniffed the cool outdoor air. YUK! Has Richmond been under siege by sewage beasts? My driver's side car window would not go up last night so I had to drive to work with it down. My luck I was behind a bunch of trucks spewing their perfume. Bleck!

Elevator jail found me and the ghosts of women's powdery floral over exaggerated and over indulged "don't I smell pretty" crap. Some dude's maple syrup laden breakfast burning in the microwave in the community kitchen was just dandy. And my personal morning favorite was torturous person that nuked up some bacon in the microwave. And they did it wonderfully well, to the point that the intoxicating aroma waifed all the way directly under my nose. mmmmm bacon.

I'm still taking my breaks with my smoking friends. That is going well but yesterday and today, the burning embers smelled like burning leaves. Well okay, that is what they are, but it didn't smell *welcoming* at all.

Took my car to a glass shop and met a nice guy that I would like to smell better. ummm I mean see again when the time to fix my window arrives. But for now he flexed his muscles and smiled, rrrrr I mean fixed my window to working okay until I get the money to have it repaired. It was so nice of him to oil me up - oh, the window linings. Even the oil had a "take me" kind of smell to it.

After I returned from lunch I needed to be in various locations throughout the building. All I smelled, and I didn't have a choice, was everyone Else's lunch. And I swear today was International Food Fare day. But a word of caution if you ever have a hyper-sensitive olfactory experience happening.

AVOID - Hold it - pinch as hard as you have too - but don't go into the men's bathroom!

Oh -- and I selected Hawkman today because of his enormous schnoz!

Everything Burns

Anastacia is 'smokin', and the girl's got a set of lungs. I love her music. You might consider exposing your ears to her. But I'm actually writing about my nose today. Everywhere I went, I swear I smelled something burning. And that just wasn't the case. But, what is the case, is how many people at work that do smoke and how the smell permeates everything. I even smelled myself to see if it was coming from me. hmmm not so much. Four days into having quit and the nose... does know. I stopped by the desk of a woman I work with and chatted her up a bit to recognize her for her accomplishments over the past few years. I smelled smoke. She doesn't smoke. I've never known her to smoke. Surely I'm wrong. The hell I was. She's a closet smoker. I didn't out her, but I know her dirty little secret and if it got out it would ruin her pristine little image. I'm gaining new super powers. Watch out Hulk, I'm comin' for ya!!