Work is fun- especially when you get creative!

So anyway, there I was, in a meeting with my boss. The man is maybe five eleven, with a clean-shaven face, a thick shock of hair with square sideburns, and a piercing gaze. I’m sitting there, trying to maintain eye contact with him for the moment, and lo and behold it comes to me. He looks like a pirate. So I try to visualize this, with the eyepatch and kerchief and whatnot, and then I realize it isn’t working. So I try British navy circa the same era. Bingo!

The grey hair grows to shoulder length, his face turns to the side, and he’s suddenly wearing a blue navy coat and that natty sort of necktie they had at the time, complete with the white tights, socks, and square toed shoes. He’s gazing off the port side of the ship, grinning, his arms folded behind his back, and his eagle eyes not bothered by the reflection of the sun on the water.

At this point it’s all I can do not to burst out laughing in the middle of my meeting! But I managed, somehow or other, and let me tell you, it got me through many a minute that followed!

This happens to me sometimes; it’s happened before with some of my profs. One of them I could visualize as he may have been as a small child, red faced, slightly pudgy, and giggling all the time; his mother calls him some diminuitive, like Timmy, or Tommy. Another looks like he belongs in a story about WWII, his intense expression suggesting a man of deep emotion, a captain in the army, a tragic hero.

I do not quite know what to conclude from this phenomenon, but it certainly is a lot of fun. Anyone else have a similar experience? Do tell! I’d love company!