Smelling (originally posted as a comment to another post)

I am practically "legally blind" when it comes to scent. Anosmic? I think that's the word.

Once when I was in Boston I went to the Science Museum with my brother. The museum had an exhibit on the sense of smell, with different places to sit where you could open compartments and sniff their contents. The substances within were carefully chosen to highlight genetic differences in the ability to smell.

I was unable to perceive the odor of most of those test substances. My brother could.

Maybe this is why I don't suffer when I smell the odor of a skunk? I think it unpleasant, but it also has some good associations for me. It signifies springtime, which in Connecticut was the time of the emergence of that endothermic plant the skunk cabbage.

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I get a strange, tingly feeling when I look out at a mountain from the 10th-floor windows of this office.

Where I come from, we didn't have these things.

Mountains, I mean, not offices or windows or tenth floors or tingly feelings.

Sweet!

The coolest thing happened today.

I'm on a temp job that ends tomorrow. I went up for the job but wasn't hired for various reasons, depending on who I asked, but no matter.

I got an envelope in interoffice mail today, and Joel, one of the EY employees I worked most closely with, sent me a very complimentary note with a 25-dollar Amex gift checque.

It's the first time I've been "tipped" on a temp job.