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work colleague, made communication.
We usually never talk to each other because we get too embarrassed to communicate because of our obvious hair loss problem.
Both of us are the only employees at our workplace to have started to lose their hair.
Whenever he approaches me, we both have the look of utter disgust on our faces. I sometimes feel like belting him on the head, because he gets on my nerves thinking all the time - and breathing in my direction. I then stagger off muttering to myself “who does this bald b!tch think he is!â€
I get really angry.
Whenever he approaches for lunch, both of us just sit there with embarrassed red faces, gazing around the room aimlessly, muttering to ourselves, like disgruntled trolls.
This happens all the time.
Hair loss has really driven a wedge between us.
He feels the same.
One moment things are great and I am talking to 6 of my work colleagues, then all of a sudden I notice, Boris, my work colleague who is losing his hair about to pass. This results in me dropping to the floor and hiding my face in shame at the prospect of this complete bald brain talking to me.
He does the same to me.
We are the only baldies in our work places.
I don't like Boris, because, because I don't.
I have 17 more hairs then he does. He thinks he has better hair then me.
I tell him no!
I never say it to his face, but I can tell he is thinking he has more hair than me.
I can tell by the way he looks in the complete opposite direction from me.
I can tell he is looking at a reflection of my Norwood.
He is eyeing up my Norwood.
I am not having this.
I can’t accept it.
Whenever we pass each other at work more then 3 times, we both fall to the floor at the same time and hide our faces in complete shame. We hate passing each other. Whenever we pass each other, I think he is farting. I think he is farting because he is losing his hair, and he has ugly hairy legs.
Everyone just ignores us when we’re both rolling around on the floor hiding our faces in shame.
They are used to it now though.
It has happened every day for the last year.
One of my other work colleagues, who is called Malcolm, runs to the office, grabs the anti-retard spray off the wall, runs back into the factory and sprays us both while we are vigorously rolling on the floor like agitated goblins.
Both of us just sit their utterly dejected & soaking wet with our ugly horse shoes patterns shining like a beacon, due to the florescent lighting above.
This is all Boris’ fault.
This is a daily occurrence.
No one thinks anything of it.
The next day, the same thing would happen.
Sometimes, I catch Boris staring at my fresh Norwood 3. I won't stand for this. It's ok for everyone else to stare at my Norwood, but Boris really does take the biscuit.
He is trying to take advantage of my fresh Norwood.
It’s all Boris’ fault.
The way he stares at me in an innocent way - I just know he is trying to steal my regaine extra strength 5%.
I won’t stand for it.
I’ve already accused him of trying to steal my blonde toppik.
I know he was trying to steal it because when we’re going through our daily spaz attack of rolling on the floor he was thinking of stealing my hair loss bag.
I can tell.
Last week was the last straw!
I decided to I had to act.
I needed to talk to him for the 1st time in a year.
I felt really proud of myself for making this decision.
I was really proud that I was handling this in the best way possible.
Really proud that I was finally going to make the 1st move.
I needed to speak to him.
I needed to do it.
All of a sudden, I noticed Boris about to walk past me.
Everyone braced themselves for the daily retard spray episode, when I looked Boris in the eye and muttered “Hello“
It was all quiet.
Everyone held their breath in anticipation.
It was still quiet.
Then all of a sudden.
Boris replied.
He said.. “Helloâ€
Everyone gasped in disbelief.
Everyone was really proud.
Everyone started to cheer with pride!
Dr Lee & Dr Gho appeared from behind the curtain both doing the Kan-Kan.
This was really a defining moment in the history of Norwood.
The co-founders of the Norwood scale, ‘Bert and Gertrude Norwood’ would be so proud if they were looking down right now.
Nothing was wrong anymore
We had both said “hello†to each other.
We were no longer embarrassed of each others Norwood’s.
Everyone was cheering.
Balloons flew up to the sky, coloured streamers were falling from the sky, trumpets were playing in the background.
It was such a proud momentous moment in the history of Norwood.
I was really making a difference.
But in the end we solved it.
We are now the best of friends.
We now spend each weekend around each other houses comparing hair loss products and jiving around our respective regaine bottles.
We now have the time of our lives. We both Dermatch each others hair.
It really is such a proud moment.
We are on the verge of opening a show called minoxidil jive’s r’us.
Both of us strip to our white naked pale bodies, while we proudly thrust around our respective bottles of regaine extra strength 5%.
We don’t let hair loss get in the way of our lives.
Each morning we wake up next to each other, with our blow up dolls partially deflated due to the previous night escapades and groove around our hairless bags with pride.
The proud ness that is etched on our faces as we circle them really is something else.
We are living life to the full.
hair loss has really opened us both up.
We have peace of mind these days.
Only sometimes, when we are both waiting for our respective Rogaine parcels from Dr Lee does the arguments start.
We both wait next to our mail boxes, with saliva dripping from our mouths and hands flapping in the air in an excitable manner at the delivery of our latest hair loss products.
We now both share each others problems.
Whenever Boris is feeling down, I try to make him feel better about things, I compliment his hair by saying, your horseshoe pattern looks fetching. When he breaks down in tears, we both re-joice at our Norwood’s by holding a mirror in front of us and doing a little jig with our hands - in sync with each other - just like we are in a boy band.
The moral of this story is, don’t be embarrassed by your work colleagues who have hair loss. In the end, me and Boris both came to our senses. Me and Boris pin pointed the problem , the problem being, Boris was so stubborn. He just could not accept his bald head, and was trying to take his frustrations out on other people, but we solved it.
But if it wasn’t for Bert & Gertrude Norwood for inventing the Norwood scale, I wouldn’t be where I am today.
We usually never talk to each other because we get too embarrassed to communicate because of our obvious hair loss problem.
Both of us are the only employees at our workplace to have started to lose their hair.
Whenever he approaches me, we both have the look of utter disgust on our faces. I sometimes feel like belting him on the head, because he gets on my nerves thinking all the time - and breathing in my direction. I then stagger off muttering to myself “who does this bald b!tch think he is!â€
I get really angry.
Whenever he approaches for lunch, both of us just sit there with embarrassed red faces, gazing around the room aimlessly, muttering to ourselves, like disgruntled trolls.
This happens all the time.
Hair loss has really driven a wedge between us.
He feels the same.
One moment things are great and I am talking to 6 of my work colleagues, then all of a sudden I notice, Boris, my work colleague who is losing his hair about to pass. This results in me dropping to the floor and hiding my face in shame at the prospect of this complete bald brain talking to me.
He does the same to me.
We are the only baldies in our work places.
I don't like Boris, because, because I don't.
I have 17 more hairs then he does. He thinks he has better hair then me.
I tell him no!
I never say it to his face, but I can tell he is thinking he has more hair than me.
I can tell by the way he looks in the complete opposite direction from me.
I can tell he is looking at a reflection of my Norwood.
He is eyeing up my Norwood.
I am not having this.
I can’t accept it.
Whenever we pass each other at work more then 3 times, we both fall to the floor at the same time and hide our faces in complete shame. We hate passing each other. Whenever we pass each other, I think he is farting. I think he is farting because he is losing his hair, and he has ugly hairy legs.
Everyone just ignores us when we’re both rolling around on the floor hiding our faces in shame.
They are used to it now though.
It has happened every day for the last year.
One of my other work colleagues, who is called Malcolm, runs to the office, grabs the anti-retard spray off the wall, runs back into the factory and sprays us both while we are vigorously rolling on the floor like agitated goblins.
Both of us just sit their utterly dejected & soaking wet with our ugly horse shoes patterns shining like a beacon, due to the florescent lighting above.
This is all Boris’ fault.
This is a daily occurrence.
No one thinks anything of it.
The next day, the same thing would happen.
Sometimes, I catch Boris staring at my fresh Norwood 3. I won't stand for this. It's ok for everyone else to stare at my Norwood, but Boris really does take the biscuit.
He is trying to take advantage of my fresh Norwood.
It’s all Boris’ fault.
The way he stares at me in an innocent way - I just know he is trying to steal my regaine extra strength 5%.
I won’t stand for it.
I’ve already accused him of trying to steal my blonde toppik.
I know he was trying to steal it because when we’re going through our daily spaz attack of rolling on the floor he was thinking of stealing my hair loss bag.
I can tell.
Last week was the last straw!
I decided to I had to act.
I needed to talk to him for the 1st time in a year.
I felt really proud of myself for making this decision.
I was really proud that I was handling this in the best way possible.
Really proud that I was finally going to make the 1st move.
I needed to speak to him.
I needed to do it.
All of a sudden, I noticed Boris about to walk past me.
Everyone braced themselves for the daily retard spray episode, when I looked Boris in the eye and muttered “Hello“
It was all quiet.
Everyone held their breath in anticipation.
It was still quiet.
Then all of a sudden.
Boris replied.
He said.. “Helloâ€
Everyone gasped in disbelief.
Everyone was really proud.
Everyone started to cheer with pride!
Dr Lee & Dr Gho appeared from behind the curtain both doing the Kan-Kan.
This was really a defining moment in the history of Norwood.
The co-founders of the Norwood scale, ‘Bert and Gertrude Norwood’ would be so proud if they were looking down right now.
Nothing was wrong anymore
We had both said “hello†to each other.
We were no longer embarrassed of each others Norwood’s.
Everyone was cheering.
Balloons flew up to the sky, coloured streamers were falling from the sky, trumpets were playing in the background.
It was such a proud momentous moment in the history of Norwood.
I was really making a difference.
But in the end we solved it.
We are now the best of friends.
We now spend each weekend around each other houses comparing hair loss products and jiving around our respective regaine bottles.
We now have the time of our lives. We both Dermatch each others hair.
It really is such a proud moment.
We are on the verge of opening a show called minoxidil jive’s r’us.
Both of us strip to our white naked pale bodies, while we proudly thrust around our respective bottles of regaine extra strength 5%.
We don’t let hair loss get in the way of our lives.
Each morning we wake up next to each other, with our blow up dolls partially deflated due to the previous night escapades and groove around our hairless bags with pride.
The proud ness that is etched on our faces as we circle them really is something else.
We are living life to the full.
hair loss has really opened us both up.
We have peace of mind these days.
Only sometimes, when we are both waiting for our respective Rogaine parcels from Dr Lee does the arguments start.
We both wait next to our mail boxes, with saliva dripping from our mouths and hands flapping in the air in an excitable manner at the delivery of our latest hair loss products.
We now both share each others problems.
Whenever Boris is feeling down, I try to make him feel better about things, I compliment his hair by saying, your horseshoe pattern looks fetching. When he breaks down in tears, we both re-joice at our Norwood’s by holding a mirror in front of us and doing a little jig with our hands - in sync with each other - just like we are in a boy band.
The moral of this story is, don’t be embarrassed by your work colleagues who have hair loss. In the end, me and Boris both came to our senses. Me and Boris pin pointed the problem , the problem being, Boris was so stubborn. He just could not accept his bald head, and was trying to take his frustrations out on other people, but we solved it.
But if it wasn’t for Bert & Gertrude Norwood for inventing the Norwood scale, I wouldn’t be where I am today.
