Yesterday was Day 1 with the stache. Not only did I have to venture out into public, it was a Monday which meant me and my scraggle went to work. The transformation from the goatee went pretty smoothly. I started trimming at the chin, but left a slight Fu Manchu as well as the soul patch for maximum ridiculousness.
Last week, I warned my co-workers that I would be bringing some hideous facial hair into the workplace. Fortunately, I have some very understanding and supportive team members* who enjoy unfortunate facial hair as well as the opportunity to have a laugh at my expense.
*It should also be noted that I’m currently working on projects which do not have me dealing face-to-face with clients, which makes this stunt a lot easier to pull off.
For the most part, it was business as usual. Except that the president of my company was in town for meetings and wanted to take us out for a team dinner. He had a good laugh at the porn stache and made a generous donation that ensures the mustache sticks around for another day.
At dinner that night (in one of the nicer restaurants in town) I made a pit stop in the mens room. As I was washing my hands, I looked up in the mirror and caught a good look at myself. It was kinda strange to see this weird looking guy staring back at me. I’m glad to have raised a nice amount for the Heart Association, but I’ll also be glad to go back to looking normal.