Within the first 2 weeks:
1) I managed to pour on myself/on the floor/ on my perfumer organ a huge amount of exaltolide ( run to the legislation department directly after the incident to ask how exactly irritant that is, taken into consideration that I had it all over my hand and nose. )
2) I managed to inform my boss that I am sexually aroused ( A rather embarassing language mistake : I wanted to say that I am excited about the job... Don't ever use the word excitée in french unless you are naked in bed with your lover... )
3) I managed to get into a fight with a senior perfumer if x or z perfume has more IBQ. (Obviously he was wrong and I was right, in school they called me the "IBQ detector", but no one will ever find that out... ) ( IBQ is a leather scented raw sythetic raw material. )
It could be worse, hein?
But to have a balance rather positive takes a hell lot of my energy. First of all, I don't speak a lot. The first week, I was so afraid of saying something stupid that even if after half an hour of hestitation I have finally decided to speak, it was hardly hearable to anybody without a powerfull spy hearing equipment... Nowadays I get to talk in a normal voice, but still restraining a lot the quantity of talk I allow myself per a day.
I always wear make-up. I like to think of it as a sign of professionalism, hope the others don't think that I want to hook up with the director.....
I always clean my laboratory if I am going for lunch or leaving in the evening. ( And by evening, I really mean afternoon, we are in the South of France after all!!! ) I am surprised about how tidy I got it every time. I hope this effort doesn't stay without attention. After all, I am not doing it for myself. Or at least not at the first place.
I also hoped that being a tidyness freak at work will have a postive effect on how I treat my own appartment, but I cannot report any improvement until present.
Ah yes, so I have my own laboratory.
What I really mean is that I am alone in a laboratory, but that sounds more lonely and less glamour than the first version... Whatever way I put it, it is very very rare that a young perfumer can work on it's own! I am lucky. And the fact that there is no one to talk to just reduces my chances to make other silly mistakes by talking faster than thinking.
I am happy.
It could be worse, hein?
But to have a balance rather positive takes a hell lot of my energy. First of all, I don't speak a lot. The first week, I was so afraid of saying something stupid that even if after half an hour of hestitation I have finally decided to speak, it was hardly hearable to anybody without a powerfull spy hearing equipment... Nowadays I get to talk in a normal voice, but still restraining a lot the quantity of talk I allow myself per a day.
I always wear make-up. I like to think of it as a sign of professionalism, hope the others don't think that I want to hook up with the director.....
I always clean my laboratory if I am going for lunch or leaving in the evening. ( And by evening, I really mean afternoon, we are in the South of France after all!!! ) I am surprised about how tidy I got it every time. I hope this effort doesn't stay without attention. After all, I am not doing it for myself. Or at least not at the first place.
I also hoped that being a tidyness freak at work will have a postive effect on how I treat my own appartment, but I cannot report any improvement until present.
Ah yes, so I have my own laboratory.
What I really mean is that I am alone in a laboratory, but that sounds more lonely and less glamour than the first version... Whatever way I put it, it is very very rare that a young perfumer can work on it's own! I am lucky. And the fact that there is no one to talk to just reduces my chances to make other silly mistakes by talking faster than thinking.
I am happy.
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