That's my current view of the world, sipping coffee from the third floor cafe of Barnes and Nobles. Iced coffee... no ice. It usually draws a look from the given barrista.
I find myself here, wanting to backhanr the dude next me who is coaching this girl on the phone as how to drive, eat yogurt,and talk on her cell phone -all in the most disgusting pet voice you can fathom.
Really, I road my bike here after getting out of work to meet Scott and Jamie. Scott is filling out state department tests while Jamie reads something that looks like Vanity Fair. Standard.
So it looks like Ill be working 8 to 6 on mondays and tuesdays at Washington Sports Club Georgetown. Staff seems fun, they are paying me a decent wage, and I get the unlimited east coast membership for free. Not bad. Plus, its down the street from my house so lunch break takes place in my living room.
Today was Congresses' first day back in session. When I show up to work tomorrow, the halls will be abuzz with politicians left and right- walking fast and talking faster. I'm excited what the change in work means for me. All I truly know thus far is that I have to wear a suit, or at least tie and jacket. But the way I see it, dress for the job you want, not the job you have. Tacky, yes. Effective, most probably. Its a vain world; play by its rules or suffer its consequences. I'll play.
Stay tuned.
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