June 8, 2006


I have been receiving comments all week at work from various individuals about the fact that I’m relatively clean shaven after my beard trimming accident last weekend. The feedback has been interesting in that most people notice something different about my appearance but can’t put their finger on what it is; several people have noticed that I’ve lost weight (that fact is no longer hidden by my beard apparently) and while most wondered when I was growing my beard back, one or two thought I looked better clean shaven.

Personally I don’t like the completely clean shaven look, so that’s not an option. It doesn’t fit my style.

The beard is growing again and I plan on keeping it that way for a long, long time for a number of reasons, including the fact that my face does not like to be shaved and expresses it’s complaint by feeling raw and looking red. In addition, I am quite proud of the fact that I am a natural redhead and since I don’t have much going for me on top anymore, the best I can do is show it off through my auburn beard.

Unless of course I show it off with the rest of my body but then this would make others uncomfortable and me chilly because I’d have to walk around naked.

Shut Up.

This morning my alarm went off at 7:30, right on schedule, to the unnerving tones of Bush Lite. With all the money that is being spent by our government you’d think that someone could work up a few thousand dollars and get this man some public speaking lessons. I know we were spoiled with President Clinton’s speeches because he was one smooth speaker that was easy to listen to. I’ve completely given up Bush Lite, because he always has this “I can’t believe I’m president” look on his face, sort of like a bewildered child fascinated by all the bright lights and loud noises in the middle of Wal*mart. Listening to him speak isn’t any better and quite frankly whomever writes his speeches should be fired because they’re obviously using words that are entirely beyond his comprehension. I’ve never heard a public speaker mangle so many consecutive polysyllabic words in my life.

I’d like to think that I was able to shrug off the effects of my alarm clock this morning, but it’s lingered with me throughout the day. Working with a customer over the phone, the customer kept firing off question after question while I kept saying “Please bear with me as I look up that information” to no avail. He asked one question right after another without hesitation, in this whiny, completely unbecoming fake-Italian accent until I finally said, “SIR. Please give me a moment while I look up this information for you.” I thought I was quite reasonable because I really wanted to say “Would you please shut the fuck up for a moment and let me do my job?!?”. His chattering finally ceased and I was able to help him a little bit.

Now I’ve just realized that I’m going on and on so I’m going to take my own advice and just sit and think for a moment.