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Finally, we get to the good stuff, the DC trip. My boss and I made a deal: we go to the Washington office, I work an extra day on Friday and fly out on Saturday, which would give me some time to hang out with my friends (and make it worthwhile for Susan to come along). Done and done.
Every time we fly out to the McLean office, we run around like chickens with our heads cut off, but get a lot of stuff done. On Friday, I did an all-day contextual inquiry, which really mean that I shadowed a person for eight hours. This person was so non-technical, she didn't even know what the recycling bin on the desktop was for - but she still managed to be very good at her job. It's all too often that we conveniently forget that the barrier of entry to this computer-enabled world is actually pretty high.
Anyhoo, the real stuff took place at nite, when Susan and I would reunite with the DC crew, drink a lot, and have a great time:
Glad to see that the gang is keeping it real. On Saturday, we went to the Tufts vs. Villanova alumni softball game. Now, this concept is really cool - each big school apparently has a tight-nit community of alumni that show up at organized events. Tufts would be better off not showing up to this one, seeing how they lost 37-12, but hey, it was fun to watch.
After the game, we herded off to the all-you-can-eat sushi place on Connecticut Ave. That place is GREAT, although I have a feeling that soon enough they'll have our pictures up with "Do not feed" written on the bottom. This time around, I kept count of how many pieces I ate. The sushi place lost, 25-0.
On a side note, the airline industry is getting brazen in how recoculously bad they are in treating their customers. My flight was OK, but Susan's was delayed by over four hours. No refunds, no anything - imagine if a taxi driver kept you waiting for four freakin' hours?
On a brighter note, here's Mattie, garnished with a beer stain and a Listerine patch:
Every time we fly out to the McLean office, we run around like chickens with our heads cut off, but get a lot of stuff done. On Friday, I did an all-day contextual inquiry, which really mean that I shadowed a person for eight hours. This person was so non-technical, she didn't even know what the recycling bin on the desktop was for - but she still managed to be very good at her job. It's all too often that we conveniently forget that the barrier of entry to this computer-enabled world is actually pretty high.
Anyhoo, the real stuff took place at nite, when Susan and I would reunite with the DC crew, drink a lot, and have a great time:
Glad to see that the gang is keeping it real. On Saturday, we went to the Tufts vs. Villanova alumni softball game. Now, this concept is really cool - each big school apparently has a tight-nit community of alumni that show up at organized events. Tufts would be better off not showing up to this one, seeing how they lost 37-12, but hey, it was fun to watch.
After the game, we herded off to the all-you-can-eat sushi place on Connecticut Ave. That place is GREAT, although I have a feeling that soon enough they'll have our pictures up with "Do not feed" written on the bottom. This time around, I kept count of how many pieces I ate. The sushi place lost, 25-0.
On a side note, the airline industry is getting brazen in how recoculously bad they are in treating their customers. My flight was OK, but Susan's was delayed by over four hours. No refunds, no anything - imagine if a taxi driver kept you waiting for four freakin' hours?
On a brighter note, here's Mattie, garnished with a beer stain and a Listerine patch:
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listerine patch is the new brooche. that's hot.
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