I think you should complain to HR that your boss's mustache constitutes a hostile work environment based on aesthetic affront. Oh, wait — you don't have an HR department.
You have a neuropathy in your arm caused by nerve compression. It is analogous to so-called “Saturday night palsy” where drunks hung their arms over the back of a hard chair and slept it off. This led to nerve compression and temporary paralysis. Google it.
It is humorous, as usual, but you left that personal ailment hanging out there kind of separately which I thought was curious and was probably real and deserved reassurance. Plus your audience could learn something from my explanation.
I can’t figure out how to post a photo. I’ll message you. I left off the thousand yard stare. Also, I am still too dumb to figure out how to post a selfie of my glorious mustache on here. So you’ll just have to imagine it.
I think you should complain to HR that your boss's mustache constitutes a hostile work environment based on aesthetic affront. Oh, wait — you don't have an HR department.
I’m HR too so I’ll complain to myself 😂
You have a neuropathy in your arm caused by nerve compression. It is analogous to so-called “Saturday night palsy” where drunks hung their arms over the back of a hard chair and slept it off. This led to nerve compression and temporary paralysis. Google it.
I’m aware, thank you. It was meant to be humorous, as it is a humor piece.
It is humorous, as usual, but you left that personal ailment hanging out there kind of separately which I thought was curious and was probably real and deserved reassurance. Plus your audience could learn something from my explanation.
I recently grew a mustache. And recently shaved it off.
Any feelings on beards, Bev?
I can’t figure out how to post a photo. I’ll message you. I left off the thousand yard stare. Also, I am still too dumb to figure out how to post a selfie of my glorious mustache on here. So you’ll just have to imagine it.