Tuesday Morning – Day 10
So,
I don’t think that these pictures of my new facial hair quite do it justice. I am pretty sure it does not look as pathetic as the posted picks make it seem. So do a slightly less pathetic mental adjustment when you look at the pics.
I have two biggest fears when I started this moustache-athon to raise money for ImprovBoston, the best little non-profit comedy theater around: (1) being lady-free for the duration of the whiskers (fear confirmed) and (2) ruining my new career.
You see, I work in a law firm, and it probably comes as no surprise that law firms are generally a conservative work place, and the higher ups do notice and comment upon the appearance of their co-workers, especially the recently hired junior lawyers. In my case, my office is right next to one of the Big Dogs of the firm. My friends have speculated how he will react when the facial hair becomes noticeable.
Yesterday, the Big Dog stopped me in the hall. He said, “Hey, Marcelo . . . you are looking sharp today!” I demured and politely ran away to my office. I think either he has not noticed the facial hair, is playing a mind game by letting me know that he notices my appearance so i will shave, or he was just blinded by the awesomeness of my tie.
I am going with the third option. Last night I went on e-bay to look for more dazzling ties to keep me employed throughout the duration of this charity moustache-athon.