Was actually yesterday and I think it went pretty well. In the morning, I boarded a bus full of other business casually-clad people on my way to the Pentagon, where I found out there is no such thing as a monthly pass for the transportation system and transferred onto the blue metro line, which took me to work.
I met about a third of the people in my department because the rest are scrambling to use up their vacation days before they expire at the end of the fiscal year. My first assignment - which I failed to complete successfully - was researching the biographies of two Canadian ambassadors who seem to have no public presence on the internet. It got better from there, though, and I got to leave early.
My parents are extremely curious about what I'm eating, and for that matter, whether I am eating at all. The answer is a resounding yes. I have been eating the same pasta+chicken+spinach+parmesan concoction for 3 days now. On the second and third days, I even added - perhaps too much - ricotta cheese, but I think it's ok because I feel like I'm burning 200 calories from each walk up the hill with my groceries. I also stir-fried some zucchini to go along with my pasta feast today.
One of the most ironic things about my food is that it's not such a large departure from what I despised and ranted about last summer. First thing I made? Pasta. Side dish from yesterday? Salad with the old olive oil and balsamic vinegar dressing in which I used to drench my precious shredded carrots - basically my only source of vitamins last summer. Experimental coffee with the K-Cup competitor machine this morning? A latte. Or "latte macchiato," as they called it in Italy.
Work was more exciting today, and while I haven't made any groundbreaking discoveries just yet, I think I'm catching on. I met one of the heads of my department today, expecting to talk about my role in the project or some assignment, but all we talked about was his weekend and the meal he had at what we determined to have been Cafe Poca Cosa while traveling through Tucson a few years ago.
I met about a third of the people in my department because the rest are scrambling to use up their vacation days before they expire at the end of the fiscal year. My first assignment - which I failed to complete successfully - was researching the biographies of two Canadian ambassadors who seem to have no public presence on the internet. It got better from there, though, and I got to leave early.
My parents are extremely curious about what I'm eating, and for that matter, whether I am eating at all. The answer is a resounding yes. I have been eating the same pasta+chicken+spinach+parmesan concoction for 3 days now. On the second and third days, I even added - perhaps too much - ricotta cheese, but I think it's ok because I feel like I'm burning 200 calories from each walk up the hill with my groceries. I also stir-fried some zucchini to go along with my pasta feast today.
One of the most ironic things about my food is that it's not such a large departure from what I despised and ranted about last summer. First thing I made? Pasta. Side dish from yesterday? Salad with the old olive oil and balsamic vinegar dressing in which I used to drench my precious shredded carrots - basically my only source of vitamins last summer. Experimental coffee with the K-Cup competitor machine this morning? A latte. Or "latte macchiato," as they called it in Italy.
Work was more exciting today, and while I haven't made any groundbreaking discoveries just yet, I think I'm catching on. I met one of the heads of my department today, expecting to talk about my role in the project or some assignment, but all we talked about was his weekend and the meal he had at what we determined to have been Cafe Poca Cosa while traveling through Tucson a few years ago.
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