From the Mind of Elena Baker: A Tale of Grit, Glam, and Gears 🚗💋

They said I could not. That a girl in high heels did not belong in the boy's club of Engineering. That "sexy" and "safety" were oxymorons. Honey, just you watch.

I'm Elena Baker, and I'm not just an Autonomous Vehicle Safety Engineer, I am living proof that you can crush in a male-dominated workplace without dimming your sparkle ✨. This is not just a job; it is a revenge fantasy dressed in Louboutins .

Chapter 1: Coffee-fetching days ☕️

Straight out of university, I was the "office pet"- the office pet who got patted on the head while they gave me spreadsheets and Starbucks coffee. But behind the modest blouses and pencil skirts? A wolf. I spent my nights reverse-engineering crash reports while my colleagues drank beer and twerked. I was sleeping in my car to afford certifications. Let them underestimate me… until the day I rewrote their safety protocols in red lipstick on the boardroom glass. Actual blood, sweat, and Chanel No. 5.

Chapter 2: The rise of the Safety Siren 🔥

Now? I'm the one being called when a self-driving car misbehaves. The one consulted before a recall. The woman who turns code into lifelines. My lab? A runway. My tools? A blend of Python and a drink-of-course charm. Every algorithm I manipulate saves lives- and pisses off the boys who, at one point, asked if my primary modelling is "on the side." (Joke's on them, I do. #SafetyFirst #SwipeRightForISOStandards)

Why should you follow me? 👠

• For the girls who have been told to "smile more," during our meetings. We are behind the wheel.
• For all the tech bros who still turn red when I have to explain torque with performance art in a bodycon dress.
• For all, who workwear should be armour- either a lab coat or latex.

This is not some kind of inspirational porn. This is a masterclass in audacity. Buckle up, baby- my career is on autopilot, but my ambition? Manual drive, full gas. 💋