We count on our colleagues. They collaborate on projects and provide corporate knowledge. And they can warn you of any visible, potentially embarrassing situations.
Say, hypothetically, one morning you actually take time to blow-dry and style your hair, confidently leaving home with soft, shiny Pantene Pro-V commercial-worthy hair. It’s humid outside, and you embark on a 35-minute bus ride to work.
You consult with people, attend meetings, talk to a colleague, and go about your business. Later that morning, you head to the washroom. As you finish washing your hands, you look into the mirror to see a hairy beast staring back at you, and you stifle a scream. The morning’s humidity has morphed you into Debra Messing on a bad hair day. In the 80’s. Hypothetically.
You wonder: “Who’s seen me like this?” You remember Douglas Adams’ words of wisdom: Don’t Panic. As your brain conjures up a soundtrack of fast-paced action music, you look around for possible solutions. Hair products – none. Blow dryer – none. Paper bag – none. Your only defense are your two hands and a running faucet. So much for a MacGuyver solution.
So you repeatedly run your fingers through your hair, trying your best to tame the beast. Once you’ve gotten the volume down to a quasi-human level, you exit the bathroom as though nothing happened, thankful that no one entered the washroom.
On the way back to your office, you stop by your colleague’s office and calmly tell them that if they ever see you looking like a Wookie again, it’s OK to let you know. In fact, you encourage it and would offer a monetary reward.
Lesson learned: never underestimate the usefulness of carrying elastics, barrettes, pins, scarves, tuques and other hair-saving devices.