Welcome back, loyal readers. I know I haven’t had an update in a few days. It was a hectic weekend (involving getting a ticket for a missing headlight, realizing I was the oldest person at a party by about 7 years, and giving the “most dishes done that weren’t yours” record a run for it’s money), and an even more hectic Monday. What happens when you work at a company that relies on the internet to communicate with its customers and then all of a sudden the internet stops working? Well let’s just say my blood pressure is up a few notches.
It’s about 10:15 and I just got back from the gym. I’ve been going for a few months now, just to run a few miles, get back in shape. I used to run in high school and about six months ago I realized that I might be better at some things (like playing drums) if my endurance were up again. So I go to the gym just for a brisk jog. Nothing serious. Best part is, I think I’m the only beard there! I walk in, I look around, and I say “Make way for the neard. The neard needs a treadmill.” Not really. But it is surprising how few beards are there.
I think it’s because of the cleanliness factor. I’m never sure what the proper method is for washing this thing. Do I shampoo? Or just use the loofa? I shampooed on Monday, but when I walked into lunch my friend Fran said “Andy, your beard looks longer than usual.” She immediately started laughing, so I couldn’t tell if it was some kind of joke or she just realized how funny what she just said was. Of course it’s longer than usual. It’s getting longer every day, and it’s not getting shorter until Jan. 1st, 2010 (Year of the Mustache?). I think at some point it’s going to definitely require shampooing, but I’m not sure if I’m at that point yet.
There has been quite the interesting development at work. A supervisor was challenged to make more sales than his entire team (which he has done in the past) and if he didn’t, he had to grow a beard. Well, he lost, and now our boss has told him that from now until March 7th (more on that date later), he’s not allowed to shave. While I appreciate the fact that another person is going to be joining my bearded voyage, I will be somewhat embarrassed when, in about 6 days, he has a beard that makes mine look like child’s play. But hey, that’s life. I’ll be sure to post a picture of Beardo ‘Berto when he develops that lumberjack look.
My beard, on the other hand, is really starting to get scraggly. The person who sits across from me at work asked if it was okay if I just trimmed off some of the hairs that seem to have a mind of their own. The answer, of course, is “no.” I have a feeling she’s referring to this patch on the lower left side of my neck that just does its own thing. Most of the neard on that side of my neck goes down and to the right, but this weird spot goes back and to the left.
Back.
And to the left.
Back.
And to the Left.
Big news on the party front. We’ve settled on a date. So open up your calendar, grab a pen, and write “Year of the Beard Bonanza!” under March 7th! The venue is still yet to be determined but we have decided that we’re going to have a little fund-raising party on that Saturday (so none of these “I have to work the next day” excuses. Unless you have to work on Sunday. Then I’ll accept that excuse. But I’ll still probably hold a grudge). Tell your friends, it’s going to be great fun. We’re going to try to have a portion of the night’s drink sales go to the United Way, and I’m sure we’ll have some other fun things planned. So save the date! I will keep you updated about where it’s going to be at. As soon as I know, you’ll know.
And now, because you MUST be wondering “But how does the neard really look?” A picture, dated Feb. 10, 2009. I know I look really bummed out, but at 7:45 in the morning I just can’t force a smile on my face for the life of me.
