Oh Geez Louise

I usually don't say the 'GD' words, but this makes me want to:

I work with a certain individual who is—to be honest—a bit nasty and grossish.

I mean, I am myself not too pleasant.....but at least I wash my ears. Now, I never outgrew that puberty-induced oily-skin thing, so I in fact have really bad skin and must wipe my T-Zone with a towel regularly. So, I've accepted that. But....it's OTHER people's oil I can't handle. Literally.

That brings us to this guy.

Well, this bastard is (9 out of 10) usually dirty. Well, this dude also tends to use the phone at the station, for various reasons. Well, I also have to use the phone. Well, if I happen to use it after this guy I just have to mutter a good "God Dammit" to myself......at the sheer amount of ear grease that is covering the phone.

There are times when he's around, and there are actually times when he hands me the phone (if no one is up front to answer it), that I have the phone, and he is nearby......and I just can't wipe it off in front of him. Therefore, I have to put that thing up to my ear. Ughgghghhghhhhh........once I hang up I spend the rest of the day wiping my ear with my sleeve. Bleghhhhhhhhhhhh.

(Another Douglas Adams Reference:) I DO NOT consider telephone sanitizers middle class. I would gladly pay them lots of money to come by and .....sanitize the phone. ....And I would never send them off on a doomed spaceship with hairdressers.