|Yes, it did lead me to do the completely useless and pointless|
smelling of my armpits. If I wasn't able to detect an odour
beforehand, shoving my nose there won't make a difference!
"Oh," I said, "Now?"
She screwed up her face and nodded, "It's pretty bad."
"Oh," I had a bath this morning! "I guess I'd better get a stronger deodorant then."
"It would be a start."
"Um. Well, I guess... Thank you. Look, if it is that ba-"
"Oh, if so, you should have said before now."
"No worries. Maybe have a wash?"
"I..." By this point I was visibly shaking. "I had a bath this morning."
"Hmm, well, I thought you ought to know." And with that we both left.
Tilly claims she can't really smell me any more than usual and that I can smell much worse. In effect, she says I am at my least smelly at the moment. I know my feet are bad, but so long as I keep my shoes on that's not noticeable (I can smell my feet better than most people. Following an incident where I was asked to put my shoes back on by customer complaint via bar staff in a bar from about fifty feet away I've got pretty good at spotting whether or not my feet are bad), so I'm pretty certain it wasn't my feet.
Thing is, I have no idea if the students in question had been taught by me that morning, before break, or not. I don't know who they were or precisely what they said. The revelation that my boss, who thinks I'm pretty shit at most of my job anyway, also considers me smelly and unkempt is... I don't know. I don't like it. Should I be out-raged? Or is this something I should be doing more to combat? I don't know.