The rules have changed at my workplace allowing us male workers to grow goatees and wear stud-type earrings. Within about two to three days of this change, many of my co-workers were sporting very sophisticated and cool looking goatees. Sadly, the way I grow facial hair reminds me of a certain stand-up comedian's routine: "Much more dance floor than carpet." I'll try for a mustache forgoing the razor for two weeks and end up looking like a 15-year-old boy trying to look like a man. It takes me five days to get a five o'clock shadow.
Anyway, with my two-week break from work, I thought I'd give this goatee thing a go. Surely I'd get some results after fourteen days of not shaving. I made it a total of seven before getting frustrated and going back to a purposely smooth face. Here's as good as it got:
It just wasn't meant to be. That's fine. One day I'll get a laser treatment and be done with the hassle of dragging a sharp razor across my face every day.