While you were smelling chocolates and roses...

I smelled terrible things all day yesterday. Like yesterday morning, I was at my first job, and I could smell the repugnant hints of BO. Now I'm not a smelly person (and neither is my coworker), but I was confused and I was sniffing myself, trying to figure out whose odor was making me dry heave. I was offended that I even felt like I had to smell myself, because frankly, I smell quite delightful all of the time.

After sniffing the pits of the dress I was hanging up, I figured it out. And I think I pinched a nerve in my back, I gagged so hard.

Then I went to my second job. Where everything smells. And I got home and I reeked of dirty water, grease, and people.

My conclusion on this Valentine's Day: I am a brave person to have smelled that dress. But that is because I have been trained not to fear anything gross after working at the GC.

Golden Corral--where hope blooms bright and dreams come true. And courage is born.