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A Year at IMD: October

October finishes the ICP projects and offers time to further explore career options. The hope is that by the end of October, there are some concrete career options opening up, with all the rest of the major assignments wrapping up before heading down the home stretch of November:

01 Oct - Cycling for Sarajevo: The Traveling Circus
02 Oct - Cycling for Sarajevo: Coming Down the Mountain
03 Oct - Reaching the Finish Line
04 Oct - Another Day in the Dungeon
05 Oct - Logistics and Supply Strategies
06 Oct - Back and Forth of Career Search
07 Oct - Hitting the Trifecta!
08 Oct - With a Little Help From My Friends (in Bergamo)
09 Oct - Happy Birthday Becks!
10 Oct - Light at the End of the Tunnel
11 Oct - Atop Mount Quandt
12 Oct - One Night at the White Horse
13 Oct - Congratulations Barbara!
14 Oct - Outdoor Exercise
15 Oct - Out to Lunch
16 Oct - Welcome to the Luminarium
17 Oct - Happy Birthday Tamer!
18 Oct - Happy Birthday Dan!
19 Oct - Happy Birthday Ravi and Gabriel!
20 Oct - Happy Birthday Harald and Laurent
21 Oct - Tribute to Todd, aka the Snake, aka the President
22 Oct - Beyond the Ultimate Coffee Experience
23 Oct - A Final Push for Recruiting
24 Oct - A Dinner in Paris
25 Oct - Seaside Reunion
26 Oct - Only in New York City
27 Oct - On the Go
28 Oct - With a Little Help from My Friends
29 Oct - It Had To Be You
30 Oct - End of the Road
31 Oct - Halloween, IMD Style

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