Google came to give a presentation on campus today at 7:30am. Clearly, everyone attending had been thinking the same thing. "How do I dress up, yet Techy". For business school, this means that everyone wore some level of dress around the "Sportcoat and Jeans" look. Those who showed up in "full banker gear" were probably secretly logged in the recruiters little black book. "Subject 14 unsuitable for dress code violations..."
The rest of the day was spent frantically driving around town attempting to scratch to-do items off the pre-wedding list. My fiance and I went to the marriage license office in downtown Chicago. To get there, you followed a series of arrows around several corners and finally arrive in a large room filled with clerks. As you look around the various piles of paperwork wondering which form you need, an annoyed looking attendant asks (for the 6.03*10^23rd time today) if you are looking for the license application office which is not actually at the end of the long chain of arrows, but is instead down the hall. This poor man could solve this problem by getting the arrow changed. Clearly this minor adjustment is beyond the scope of anyone's job description.
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