I was guilty of caving in and wearing the attire or costume inflicted on people living in corporate America.
After going to business casual, I had a dark blue, collared, pullover shirt that was a favorite. Unfortunately it developed a small, ¼ inch, hole over the heart. I was wearing it one day when my manager noticed the hole and promptly mandated that I ought NOT to wear shirts with holes, no matter how small.
Now, given the fact that I don’t do orders well, every once in a while I’d forget and wear the shirt. I’d never realize it until I was at work. Having a fairly well-developed ability to consider alternatives, the first time I wore it I thought of my options.
The first was to go home and change. I immediately rejected that as not practical. Therefore I needed an alternative.
It took about a minute to realize that if my manager couldn’t see the hole, it wouldn’t morph into an issue. So I set out to find a dark blue marker, one of those with the thick tips. I proceeded to place a ½ inch dot behind the hole, thus masking it from view.
My manager never noticed the hole so I used the background dotting with that shirt from that point on. It worked well.
I am the "real" Jeff Jones. My days are filled with puzzles and musings. As time passed, it seemed reasonable to share them in this manner.
