A Quick Encounter with My Ex-Boss

I have been told many stories by my colleagues of their encounters with former colleagues and bosses. They’re typically awkward and a rare few deviate from the formal pleasantries. Which isn’t a bad thing of course.

This morning queuing up to pay for my breakfast – which today unusually involves a fruit in the form of a banana (and I know one reader would be jumping up and down reading this) – I bumped into the first project manager I worked with four years ago. It was actually a pleasant surprise as I thought he was out of town, and more so than that he was a really good project manager, one who certainly did not engage in eight hour meetings.

In any case, after the customary pleasantries, he said “So, you’re a photographer now!”. I was a bit surprised till I remembered that some while ago I updated my LinkedIn to be a photographer.

And I did look the part, today. He looked smart and professional, with his clean shave and crisp suit. I on the other hand, was wearing five year old jeans (shocking), a really bad bright red t-shirt better suited as a mop (it has a friggin hole in it), a beard I haven’t trimmed in three weeks (and haven’t had a clean shave a month before) which looks even worse than the one on my LinkedIn, a Channel 4 Radio cap I “won” by calling up the radio host and demanding I get a cap and a mug, and, worst of all, white socks. The sportswear kind.

If you always thought I’m a fashion disaster, today I’m Fashion Chernobyl.

Although I’m not a pro photog and have not been paid for any photo shoot, frankly, I felt really proud. And that is a good end to a morbidly depressing week and a great start to a fantastic weekend.