I'm not a dress up for work kind of guy. People who know me will attest to that. If I could get away with it, you'd find me behind my desk in shorts, t-shirt, and sneakers. I'm lucky in that my job allows for a bit more casual attire than your typical office on many days. Think of it as Casual Friday four or five days a week instead of one. There are days that call for taking it up a notch, and extra special days like today that call for more drastic measures... like a suit and tie (not this tie).
I try not to look at myself in any mirrors. The Abode of Bobness has only three mirrors. The two in the bathroom are fixed, so I can't really do anything about them short of covering them. Fortunately, I don't spend that much time in there. I'm either TCB'ing (no mirror there) or in the shower (again no mirror). I do have to look in the mirror when shaving, but fortunately I can concentrate on the task at hand and not subject myself to the entire full picture experience. That image first thing in the morning is even too harsh for my strong constitution.
The third mirror, attached to my bedroom dresser, has been strategically placed so that my gaze will not inadvertently fall upon the disturbing image projecting back from it. But this morning, I had to strike up the inner courage and fortitude to face my face and put on my tie for the day. I was shocked... I didn't look too bad. At my best I'm marginally average, but this morning I may have been able to elevate myself to slightly appealing. Decked out in the grown up pinstripe suit (dark colors can be slimming), I'll spend the rest of the day looking all spiffy for the co-workers and the guests at our wingding this evening.
I look too good to be here at work. OK good is a stretch, but I look too better than marginally average to be at work. Wearing this surprisingly still in style suit, you could drop me into a dimly lit room right before last call and if the light hit me at just the right angle I could almost be mistaken for somewhat handsome. So here I sit, all dressed up and no place to go. Seems a shame to waste this peak moment of Bobness toiling at work.
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Damn, I look too good to be here
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3 comments:
Do not waste any more Bobness at work! Go directly to a bar, order your favorite beverage, and see what happens. This I command.
BTW, I have given you a very awesome award on my blog...GO THERE NOW, I say!!!
I agree with RC. Go to a bar have a few cocktails and see what it brings you. Remember the dimly lit room that makes you look better may also make someone else look better. BE careful...you may get out into the sun and wish you were back inside. If she is incredible in the dimly lit room then yo know she will be at least easy on the eyes outside.
Get a little buzz going then head back to your wingding and get a conga line going. Let the essence of Bob intoxicate all those around you
Aww shucks Random Chick thanks for the award and for reading my blog :)
I dedicate this award to everyone who has contributed to shaping me into the Bobness that I am. Not sure what exactly that is yet, but it's both impressive and disturbing at the same time.
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