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Feb. 7th, 2007 09:42 pm... you know the rest.
Have been almost entirely out of touch all week on account of the wireless here at the hotel in Pacific Standard Time hasn't been working. The signal was fine, but the automatically-assigned IP address was no good no matter what tech support had me (us, really; it was the whole building) do. Is finally fixed. Hurrah.
Had to be at Dulles Monday morning at 5:30 am. This is disgusting. Fortunately, am spared the red-eye for the return flight; will instead be spending Friday en route.
I'm not convinced I really needed to be here this week, but I'm not actually objecting. A particular highlight was a couple of meetings today in which I was introduced (by two separate Important People) as Dr. Fox, in situations where there was neither time nor opportunity to correct them (assuming this could be done gracefully, with self being the only person at risk of losing face). On the other hand, the guy I identify as my boss keeps introducing me as his colleague; in this case, of course it would be actively wrong to correct him, because, hi, he's my boss. (Solve for x. [g]) He and the other boss-type, colleague-of-his-but-junior-dude-on-this-project research scientist, have chosen to refer to my two focus groups' worth of scribbled notes as "field notes", and I'm to type them up and make the summaries available to the team etc. etc. In short: am being treated as proper researcher, although admittedly proper researcher without doctorate. Go self?
Funny moment: Monday, retrieving luggage at the airport (actually, I didn't check any bags), my boss looked at my suitcase (roll-on), the middle-seniority guy's suitcase (roll-on size, although he checked it), and then his own suitcase (bloody enormous), and said -- because, hi, we're here for three working days, and he is going back Thursday night on the red-eye -- "Okay, I've got to learn to pack lighter." To which I said, "Listen, you're expecting a baby in May; there's no point in learning to pack light now."
Things are pretty relaxed and groovy out here. So much so that I am reminded again how I really don't know if I could hack it, living on the west coast.
Have been almost entirely out of touch all week on account of the wireless here at the hotel in Pacific Standard Time hasn't been working. The signal was fine, but the automatically-assigned IP address was no good no matter what tech support had me (us, really; it was the whole building) do. Is finally fixed. Hurrah.
Had to be at Dulles Monday morning at 5:30 am. This is disgusting. Fortunately, am spared the red-eye for the return flight; will instead be spending Friday en route.
I'm not convinced I really needed to be here this week, but I'm not actually objecting. A particular highlight was a couple of meetings today in which I was introduced (by two separate Important People) as Dr. Fox, in situations where there was neither time nor opportunity to correct them (assuming this could be done gracefully, with self being the only person at risk of losing face). On the other hand, the guy I identify as my boss keeps introducing me as his colleague; in this case, of course it would be actively wrong to correct him, because, hi, he's my boss. (Solve for x. [g]) He and the other boss-type, colleague-of-his-but-junior-dude-on-this-project research scientist, have chosen to refer to my two focus groups' worth of scribbled notes as "field notes", and I'm to type them up and make the summaries available to the team etc. etc. In short: am being treated as proper researcher, although admittedly proper researcher without doctorate. Go self?
Funny moment: Monday, retrieving luggage at the airport (actually, I didn't check any bags), my boss looked at my suitcase (roll-on), the middle-seniority guy's suitcase (roll-on size, although he checked it), and then his own suitcase (bloody enormous), and said -- because, hi, we're here for three working days, and he is going back Thursday night on the red-eye -- "Okay, I've got to learn to pack lighter." To which I said, "Listen, you're expecting a baby in May; there's no point in learning to pack light now."
Things are pretty relaxed and groovy out here. So much so that I am reminded again how I really don't know if I could hack it, living on the west coast.
