I am sitting at my computer for the third hour in a row. I must confess to having not been hard at work for all of this time – unless you count compulsive checking of email and facebook as work. At a stretch could it be classed as networking?
Surrounded by my clothes drying on any object that I can hang them from, papers on the exciting world of video analytics for my consulting project and random other student essentials – it is a glamorous existence.
The present dilemma is quite how to achieve the metamorphosis from jeans-pony tail- going-to-the-pub mode to little-black-dress wearing person. This Saturday night is the Sir Paul Judge Black tie Christmas party. What could be described as a hot ticket on the JBS MBA calender.
There has been a spate of new haircuts amongst the fellas in the MBA – I think they are definitely onto something there. Hmmm… what else?
