Dear Lord I needed to pour bleach in my eyes before I even made it to my desk this morning. I rode the elevator up this morning with 2 people who had fairly identical mustaches. One was a guy with some upper lip fuzz, one was a girl with some upper lip fuzz.
Now before I go any further let me explain. I am not talking about the peach fuzz that most of us women are inflicted with, the kind that can either be bleached into obscurity or removed with a quick strip of wax. I am talking full on STACHE.
It was like a train wreck I tell you. I could not help myself to NOT look. When I was telling my friend who sits next to me she is all, "I think I know who you mean, does she wear glasses?" I honestly could not tell her because I could not look away from the caterpillar sitting on her face.
Seriously....how can you NOT look at that and realize that as a woman you should not have that much hair on your upper lip. There is no possible way she does not see that she looks like a 70's porn star. I know it is genetic and all but they MAKE STUFF FOR THAT. Anyone who works here can afford a $5.99 box of THIS.
I would even be happy to share my brow lady if it means never having to see that again in the workplace.
Wal-Mart yes, work NO.