I used to work in the smallest startup company you can imagine. It was two partners, and me, their sole employee. Obviously, we had a pretty small office.

One of the bosses had no concept at all of personal hygiene. His BO would make you gag, and so would his breath. He used to wear these flannel shirts to work, and often times he'd wear the same one to work several days in a row. I knew it was the same shirt, and that he hadn't washed it, because it would have the same coffee and/or jelly donut stains on it all week long.

Oh, and he had this annoying habit of leaning over the back of my chair as I typed while he was explaining stuff to me. I'd sit there and hold my breath, fighting the urge to puke. And when he was done explaining, I'd run outside and breathe fresh air like Tony Montana snorts cocaine.