I realised about 30 seconds before a meeting that I was wearing my ‘Tree Rex’ Christmas t-shirt. Now, don’t get me wrong - I really love my Tree Rex Christmas t-shirt. It depicts a T-Rex (natch) playing electric guitar around a Christmas tree in the snow, neatly combining several of my favourite things absurdly.
It’s not exactly the best though for a zoom meeting in which I have to look like I know what I’m talking about. To be honest, that’s most meetings, these days. Yesterday someone said my writing set the ‘tone’ for the company, which I don’t think was a joke, and absolutely terrified me. The tree rex doesn’t fit, does it?
So I threw on a hoody and zipped it up. Seems I’d rather look like I’m on the beach in April, or heading home from the gym, than celebrating Christmas dinosaurs in the middle of May. Nobody said anything. It was too hot though; I started sweating.
I just noticed the T-Rex is wearing sunglasses. That’s cool. His arms might be too short to curl a festive solo up the fretboard, he might have existed 150 million years before Christ, he might be wearing an improbable Santa hat with fairy lights wrapped around his tail, but he’s also wearing dark glasses in winter - yeah I’m out of place, sure it’s absurd for me to be here on a t-shirt on a hot May morning, he says into the microphone, but here I am, dudes, and I’m just going to rock out.
Yeah man! I like the cut of his jib. Maybe I’ll drop the hoody for my next meeting.
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