Exotic Dancers Unite!
I’ve been interviewing faculty at Hopkins to understand their work, put feelers out for internships, explore jobs for after I graduate, and to practice my schmoozing skills. Yesterday I was scheduled to meet with Anna Durbin, a woman whose research is of particular interest to me. She is running a clinical trial on a tetravalent dengue vaccine. For those of you who don’t know, I’m interested in vaccine development and I worked in a dengue virus lab for two years. Good match, no?
Every morning I am forced to make a difficult decision, dress nice or wear an entertaining T-shirt. Yesterday I went with the latter. I wore a black that shirt that Sumi gave me that proudly announces “Exotic Dancer Union - Local 1040”, framed by a heart that is held up by the silhouettes of two voluptuous temptresses. When asked about it, I tell people that I used to be a bouncer. For some reason they usually believe me. It wasn’t until lunch time that I realized that the shirt may not be appropriate for my meeting.
Friday was a cold day and the school was proportionally cold, so I decided just to wear my jacket to hide the smutty shirt. Unfortunately, Prof. Durbin’s office was on the far side of the medical school in a warm, cozy, research building. I spent a fair bit of energy in the interview adjusting my jacket to release heat while still covering the outlines of the busty duo. In retrospect she probably would have laughed at the shirt, but better safe than sorry. All that aside, the meeting went well. I many nitty gritty details of clinical studies I never would have heard otherwise, and heard a tale of a monkey island off the eastern seaboard.
Monkey island…
Every morning I am forced to make a difficult decision, dress nice or wear an entertaining T-shirt. Yesterday I went with the latter. I wore a black that shirt that Sumi gave me that proudly announces “Exotic Dancer Union - Local 1040”, framed by a heart that is held up by the silhouettes of two voluptuous temptresses. When asked about it, I tell people that I used to be a bouncer. For some reason they usually believe me. It wasn’t until lunch time that I realized that the shirt may not be appropriate for my meeting.
Friday was a cold day and the school was proportionally cold, so I decided just to wear my jacket to hide the smutty shirt. Unfortunately, Prof. Durbin’s office was on the far side of the medical school in a warm, cozy, research building. I spent a fair bit of energy in the interview adjusting my jacket to release heat while still covering the outlines of the busty duo. In retrospect she probably would have laughed at the shirt, but better safe than sorry. All that aside, the meeting went well. I many nitty gritty details of clinical studies I never would have heard otherwise, and heard a tale of a monkey island off the eastern seaboard.
Monkey island…