In response to constant criticism on the part of certain co-workers, I finally went down to a pure moustache.
And I pretty much hate it. I realized again why this moustche-athon has raised so much money (almost $900 in donations and pledges). I look terrible with facial hair. Especially attempted moustache-like facial hair.
Here are some brief work interactions to illustrate my point.
At Lunch: A recently hired co-worker asked me why I would want to grow a moustache. I explained to him the concept and that I was raising money for ImprovBoston. And I ended with
“So, I am doing it because it is a funny way to raise money, not because I look great with facial hair.”
“No,” said Female Co-worker who was also at the lunch table, ” It looks gooooood. HAH HAH HAH HAH”
“I liked how you couldn’t even say that with a straight face,” chimed in yet another co-worker.
During a work pow-wow, another co-worker and I were having and in depth discussion about this project we are trying to finish by the morning. We were going over the assignments and the separate issues of law, when, all of a sudden, she started laughing hysterically.
“I’m sorry,” she said, “I just can’t take you seriously with that moustache.”
We had been talking for ten minutes at that point. And she had already seen the moustache earlier that day in another meeting. Apparently, I look that ridiculous.
So, world, show a mustachioed man some love and think about donating to ImprovBoston by clicking on my link on the right. It’s all for a good cause. The Arts and abject humilaition.
