Hair Stories V

From: Noel
Sent: 12:31 PM
To: Zaphod
Subject: FW: I signed YOU up for this one…

OTOH, all my other friends had to *cut* their hair when they worked for a law firm.
I’ll probably start getting better service at Lupi’s too.
Still, I feel…used.

N

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From: Zaphod
Sent: 12:31 PM
To: Noel
Subject: FW: I signed YOU up for this one…

I told you that you are a valuable member of our team. Here’s proof.

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From: Ford
Sent: 12:27 PM
To: Zaphod
Subject: RE: I signed YOU up for this one…

I plan to grow diversity by forbidding Noel to cut his hair, thereby having one IT member with an Afro.

–Ford

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From: Zaphod
Sent: 12:10 PM
To: Ford
Subject: I signed YOU up for this one…

Women and Technology: Dream, Code, Run
Day/Time: Tuesday, September 13 11:45 AM- 1:00 PM Room: 402 AB
Session Type(s): Lunch Session
This panel covers how women have used their intelligence and creativity to excel in the software industry. Hear from women IT professionals who are successful in a male-dominated industry. Learn, connect, and engage at this networking panel where your questions drive the agenda, and hear tips and tricks on how to succeed as a woman developer or technical professional in the computer sciences and technology marketing. Both men and women are invited to join in the conversation, and learn from each other about how to grow diversity in the IT industry.

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Zaphod Beeblebrox
IT Application Developer
Ext. XXX
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March 2nd, 2006 | Firm, Hair, IT, Unbelievable | No comments

Hair Stories VI

So I’m in Dillard’s, the anchor store for my old home town’s mall. Browsing for prom duds with a buddy. Yes, a man-date.

Down the men’s aisle struts a short, balding man with a one of those horse-shoe ponytails, a voluminous purple silk shirt, and a scale replica of a golden dragonfly perched upon his shoulder. I straighten from examining a (clothes) rack and stare in incredulity. My friend, not missing a beat, cuts in front of me and exchanges pleasantries. Mr. Dragonfly flits off, tossing a “Hey, nice hair. You’re pretty cute too,” to me as he buzzes out of the department.

I’m paralyzed for a moment, but my friend grabs my arm and guides me down the aisle, out of hearing range. Then he stops, grins, turns, and says, “So, now you’ve met my barber.”

December 16th, 2005 | Hair | No comments