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Headlines for Saturday:
|A||X||15min Take sample exam|
|A||X||1h Study for midterms by reading study guide and chapters 1 - 5|
|A||X||1h Head back to Grad House|
|A||X||1.5h Make presentation for CASCON2006: visual thing that I can leave looping on a Linux computer|
|A||X||Get screenshot of dogear for AJAX|
|A||X||Get screenshot of blogs for AJAX|
|A||X||Get screenshot of tag analysis for AJAX|
|A||X||Draft presentation structure|
|A||X||Replace screenshots in presentation|
|C||X||Sort out my clothes|
I knew I was going to have a potentially difficult teleconference call to determine the IP concerns for my research, so I decided to dress interestingly. IBM dress code isn't strict at the Center for Advanced Studies because we're expected to be geeky researchers, and I knew I could get away with it. Besides, Fridays during off-seasons, there's hardly anyone there.
So I decided to wear the skirt Kathy gave me. I thought I might as well get a few more uses out of the skirt before winter really set in. The skirt naturally suggested this whole pink outfit: a heavy maroon corduroy shirt/jacket, a pink T-shirt, a plaid miniskirt, and shocking pink tights. Fortunately I didn't have pink winter boots, only black ones! ;) (Despite all your assurances, Kathy, it is *NOT* a winter mini!)
In the middle of cramming my presentation for the teleconference, I heard the distinctive clicking of the shutter of an SLR camera. I grew up around photographers. I'd know that sound anywhere. I looked up to find five or so people standing in the middle of the Center for Advanced Studies. One of them has a serious-looking camera, and he was pointing it in my direction.
"This is just perfect," said the person who appeared to be in charge, smiling.
I stopped slouching and looked around. There was no one else in my corner of the lab: just my desk, the brightly colored kite dangling from my wall, the wobbler toy I occasionally talk to when I podcast, and me in a shocking pink outfit.
They said that they'd talked to my manager already.
I pushed up my glasses and touched my hair, self-conscious about a messy ponytail. I'd gotten just five hours of sleep and hadn't had the time to put it in a bun.
"Oh, don't worry, it's just for a poster for IBM 3600. We want to show them what the Lab is like."
I smiled while thinking, "Oh no oh no oh no..." Of all the days to catch me in a miniskirt and shocking pink tights. Then again, it would've been a tossup between that or a brilliantly colored malong.
And hey, if word got out that IBM technology gets invented by cute girls... ;)
I suppose that dressing conservatively would allow me to avoid stuff like that, but then it wouldn't be *nearly* as much fun. Although maybe I should start seriously looking for ethnic accents like scarves and stuff like that, so that I can still spice up a conservative-ish wardrobe...
Another interesting thing is that this was the second time my desk has turned up in promotional material. Apparently, my desk was included in a recently filmed video about the Center for Advanced Studies, although I wasn't there at the time.
Heh. IBM. Gotta love the place.
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