Beard Contest
Since I work in a very serious office in a very serious building with very serious people somewhere in our nation's capital, the guys and I decided to have a very mature beard growing contest. Although it was supposed to last until Monday, one of the guys insisted that we end a few days early, because he had something very important, for which, he explained, it would behoove him to be cleanly shorn. (This was obviously a date of some sort, but he sadly refused to divulge any details.)
The categories for scoring were fullness, amount of gray, Monet effect (i.e. looking good from far away, but not up close), length, nappiness, etc. (Unfortunately, there was no category for best potential mustache, since I feel that I am genetically predisposed to dominating.) After two weeks, the results are in:
In the end, I was rather pleased with the entire process, with the notable exception of the itching. Regardless, I came in second, according to a poll of the non-participating office members.
The categories for scoring were fullness, amount of gray, Monet effect (i.e. looking good from far away, but not up close), length, nappiness, etc. (Unfortunately, there was no category for best potential mustache, since I feel that I am genetically predisposed to dominating.) After two weeks, the results are in:
In the end, I was rather pleased with the entire process, with the notable exception of the itching. Regardless, I came in second, according to a poll of the non-participating office members.