Pamela Christina's VM Titles, Nicknames, and Resemblances

• Dame Pamela the Publicist

  Induction of new members to the Knights of the VM Roundtable was held at SHARE in Atlanta (Aug 1997). These inductions occur at 5 year VM-birthday increments. I have always held the "Knights" in high regard and hardly feel worthy to be among such royal company. I will do my best to live up to the title. It is both a privilege and a pleasure to be able to work with IBM's VM customers. If you had a vote in that, I give you my sincere thanks.

• VM goddess

  If you know me, you know that I'm hardly what one would picture as a goddess. (I'm not even sure it's spelled right for that matter.) When my manager announced my last (well, I hope it's not the final) promotion, he was having difficulty finding just the right title for my new position, and thought that "VM goddess" fit the bill. You know of course that IBM titles are rarely that descriptive so it's something more obscure. We have a lot of laughs with this one.

• Princess Christina

  The princess came into the picture in Mainz at the 1997 VM and VSE Technical Conference. We were enjoying our conference dinner cruise on the Rhine when there were shouts from folks on the other side of the dining room. Cruising past us in the opposite direction was a vessel named "Prinses Christina". The next morning, I woke up and looked out my hotel room window, and there she was again, Prinses Christina docked outside the Mainz Hilton.

  

  We saw "her" again at the 1999 VM and VSE tech conference and the Captain was kind enough to invite me aboard to take a photograph by my "name tag".

• Pebbles

  Please don't tell my hair stylist, but some days when I've spent long hours on the computer, I have taken to gathering my hair on top of my head, resembling the wee Flintsone character. (fortunately for all - no photo available)

• No, that wasn't me singing at the Paris opera, Bastille

  In June 200, on the way to a tech conference in La Hulpe, we stopped in Paris. As we were rushing down the Rue de Rivoli to get to the Häagen-Dazs® shop before it closed, two gentlemen emerged from the shop, and one exclaimed: "It's you. It's really you! We heard you perform this week."

  Having been mistaken for someone on prior Paris visits, and only an hour earlier, a grandmotherly lady told me I looked like Elizabeth Taylor, I went along with this to find out who it is that I resemble, so I replied: "You heard me sing? Where, at the Paris Opera?" and laughed. When I asked them who they thought I was, they told me, "Deborah Voigt, one of the top 10 sopranos in the world". Without singing, I managed to convince them that I was not Deborah Voigt (and to get the ice cream). You can judge for yourself to see if you think there's a resemblance. It was a pleasure to hear Deborah perform a recital in November, and to meet my "double" in person. Of course, she is talented, lovely, and gracious. :-)