Word: et
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...always presents excellent productions, and when I performed in “Don Giovanni” and “L’enfant et les Sortilèges” with LHO, I was very impressed with the professionalism. But, at the same time, I’ve always felt a bit uncomfortable with the lack of Harvard students in the productions. DHO actually makes use of the tremendous talent we have among our undergraduate community, and, in my opinion, the productions are equally high-quality...
...possessed of digs on the Left Bank fully as grand as his. They were seen everywhere, usually together, at Gstaad or Cap d'Antibes in season, and at other times in the toniest watering holes of the capital. Only recently the Paris magazine Officiel de la Couture et de la Mode had ranked them among the most elegantly dressed members...
...down to brass tacks--e-mail etiquette, a constant Biz Et pet peeve. "E-mails are public communications," cautions Post. "Murphy's Law is going to get you every time. E-mails get out." Ergo, don't send private messages. Don't flame a recipient; let your grievances simmer. Be careful about your grammar and word choice. Always proofread your messages carefully. Avoid digital slang like bcz; emoticons like :-) are :/). If you're not sure how formal to be, use an honorific like Mr. or Ms. until told to do otherwise...
Name brands. Status symbols. Is that evil? Is that loathsome? Nope. We are talking about getting ahead here. Pachter and her fellow practitioners are offering Biz Et as a path to move you up the business social ladder. At least it's democratic. You don't need an M.B.A. to behave like a businessperson...
...final round, Pachter and I go to the Fountain, an elegant, chandeliered restaurant at the Four Seasons Hotel in Philly. I'm daydreaming about the Coach bag I'm going to buy. I order fish, and I know exactly which fork to select. I'm a Biz Et grad, after all. Then as I continue my witty repartee, I lean on my bread dish, sending the butter knife clattering to the floor. We both burst out laughing...