WD-40 is my new signature scent and I hate it
So I have been working as a mechanical engineer for about seven years now and I spend a good chunk of my time on the shop floor dealing with hydraulic presses and automated assembly lines. It is great for the career but it is a total disaster for my skin and personal hygiene. No matter how much I scrub in the shower, I cannot get the smell of the plant off me. It is like the scent of industrial lubricant and burnt metal has permeated my actual soul .
About twond weeks ago, I had a heavy shift dealing with a seized bearing that required a ridiculous amount of WD-40 and some heavy-duty degreaser. I got home, spent forty minutes under a hot shower using some "deep cleansing" charcoal soap that promised to strip the paint off a car, and I still smelled like a machine shop. My skin felt like sandpaper but the minute I started to sweat even a little bit, the smell of petroleum came right back out of my pores. It is not even a dirty smell, just a very specific, aggressive chemical odor that screams "I spend my life around 10W-30."
The real problem started when I went out for a drink with this guy I recently met. He is one of those tech bros who works in a sterilized office and smells like expensive sandalwood and overpriced lattes. We are sitting there and he leans in and asks if I was working on a car before I came out. I told him no, I just live this way now. He actually laughed and said it was "rugged" but I could tell he was trying to figure out why a girl at a nice bar smelled like she just crawled out from under a 2016 sedan.
I have tried everything at this point. I bought these exfoliating gloves that are basically just industrial grade mesh and I have gone through three different bottles of high-end body wash. Nothing works. The smell is just part of my biology now. I am pretty sure if I ever get a paper cut, I will bleed hydraulic fluid instead of blood. At least I do not have to worry about my joints squeaking when I walk. It is just annoying that my "hygiene routine" has basically been defeated by a can of lubricant and a few seized bolts.
The worst part is that I am starting to get used to it. I caught myself sniffing a rag at work today and thinking it smelled kind of nostalgic. I guess I am just destined to be the person who triggers everyone’s sensory issues just by walking into a room .