"Brian, all this is well and good but I had this one time...(always the precursor of a good story)...when this sharp dressed young man came in to interview. I took him back to the closing room and we went through introductions. Just as I was about to get into the interview questions, he tooted. The young man did not seem to notice or bring attention to it so I let it go.
A few questions later, he ripped one that made paint begin to peal off the walls. Again, he did not bring notice to it so I asked 'Are you okay?' Sheepishly, he replied he was sorry and would be okay. At this point I stepped out to get an application and a couple quick breaths. When I returned to the room it might as well have been a port-a-pottie at the county fair, the air had a green tinge. I asked him if he needed to reschedule or take some medication.
Looking a little perturbed, he responded he was fine and would like to continue. Just as I was about to speak, he let one go that would have had the late Steve Irwin screaming 'What a rippa!' I lost it. I told him to get...(colorful metaphors removed)...out of my office and never come back because I would no hire his smelly... Is their anything I should have done differently?"
Honestly, I am not sure what the corporate response should be but I wonder if the guy was asking the same question as he slunk out of the office.
Sometimes we can be pretty careless with the environment we create. Our actions, attitudes, policies, disorganization...they all play a part in the experience of those we come in contact with and keep them from seeing the real us. You have probably heard "don't sweat the small stuff" but what if it keeps people from getting to the good stuff? Sometimes we can become so accustomed to our own stench that it takes someone with fresh eyes (or noses) to point it out. Or we can just wonder why the only ones left sitting in the room are us...and our flatus.