From the Chris files:
Jun. 6th, 2007 10:16 pmToday I arrived my customary few minutes late, my hair not brushed back into a pony tail (i.e. flying free, tucked behind my ears), and said to the lady sitting in the hall, "Are you here to see Dr. X? I am he; I'll be with you soon."
A moment later, my hair brushed back into a pony tail, my desk set and my coffee poured I opened the door. "I am still Dr. X, do come in."
...
90 minutes later, as she's walking out, my new consult says, "Thank you Dr. X. I must say I love your hair... as soon as I saw you, I knew this was going to work out."
My job is great. I can look weird, and it's a plus.
A moment later, my hair brushed back into a pony tail, my desk set and my coffee poured I opened the door. "I am still Dr. X, do come in."
...
90 minutes later, as she's walking out, my new consult says, "Thank you Dr. X. I must say I love your hair... as soon as I saw you, I knew this was going to work out."
My job is great. I can look weird, and it's a plus.