A little background: I had just reported to my new duty station and was anxious to make a good/serious impression. After all, here was my chance to start fresh with a bunch of people that had no idea what a
So, ten minutes after I walk in the door they take me to get a picture taken for my badge. Please note my very serious expression - I like to call this look "blue steel." Oh wait, that's already been taken... shit.
Hair look like dog crap? Check. No make-up what-so-ever? Check. Bad posture? Check. All things considered, a virtually perfect government photo.
Naturally, I sent this picture to my friend the graphic designer for a laugh because I just knew she'd appreciate the douche bag expression on my face. Being all creative and artsy she sent this version back to me. What do you think? The sombrero makes a distinct improvement, no?
Now I resemble a pissed off Mexican drug thug who could totally give Javier Bardem a run for his money. Watch out, I might come after you next!
Once I was promoted I was able to get another picture taken and scrap this awful, awful photo of myself. UNTIL NOW! I know it goes against every Southern Girl's rule of destroying all bad photos but, honestly, it's so bad that I had to keep it. Plus, I think I look festive. Festively evil.
Thus ends this episode of "scaring small children with photos of yourself." Oh yeah, gratuitous Sawyer shot coming right up!
There, doesn't that make you feel all warm and fuzzy? And, um, what's going on with his fly? Is it open or just frayed? Don't ask, don't tell!