Thursday, 19th of June.
Today, I awoke in a strange room. My body-clock wakes me up at the unnatural hour of six nowadays…regardless of the previous nights festivities. I had stayed in the lovely house of another host family. Despite arguing with the alarm clock for several minutes, it was indeed time to arise and go now....
Off I went, facing the grueling task of finding a new metro stop from Georgetown. I have the sense of direction of some sort of animal...with like....no sense of direction. Despite my inner-compass being askew, I arrived at work on time. Having obtained a large cup of coffee- the elixir of life, as I now call it-I regained the ability to speak, and my day began!
It ended several hours later. Ginny and I had a quiet night in watching 'In her Shoes'. Most depressing chick flick ever.... Mental illness, suicide, Cameron Diaz... Weirdly, it ended up with a romantic wedding! Clever twist, I thought. Who'd have thunk it? Anyway, I digress.
Friday, 20th of June.
Casual Friday! Went into work and began making long lists of things. All the EPA (OEI) staff is too nice to tell me I'm incompetent, but I'm afraid that I'm messing stuff up! I met an intern in another EPA office for lunch, which was great. Hopefully I will get the opportunity to get to know some of the American interns as well as my lovely N.I and Irish buddies!
After a busy day, the WIP interns brought other interns to a COMPULSARY ice-cream social. I think using an imperative with the word 'ice-cream' is a little odd, but anyway... The event took place on the beautiful rooftop of the Brick-Layers Union. Well, the view from the roof top was beautiful; the actual cement was just so-so. I arrived to see all the interns happily chatting to new exciting people from their offices. I, being the only intern in my office, felt like Bart Simpson when he sold his soul to Millhouse. To make matters worse, I don’t even eat ice cream, so the evening got off to a bad start... (Incidentally, I don’t like clowns either- childhood parties were always difficult). But then.... then I discovered a large bowl of skittles. As it was Buggy's 21st, (at last!), I decided- what the hey- lets have a couple of skittles)
Fellow interns were like- Zelda; don’t you think you've had enough? Or 'At least avoid the red ones' but I wouldn't listen. One hell of a sugar high later, the night was in full swing! Purple and green skittles, orange and yellow skittles - I was skittling up a storm. The next morning, I woke up with sore teeth and one mother of a sugar low- I will not be tasting the rainbow any time soon.
Saturday 21st- MIA
Sunday 22nd June: Ginny and I went to have a lovely brunch and a browse over jewelry. Then, I went for a relaxing swim in our community pool. We went to the store and then had a bbq. Then I sat down, watching a base ball game (Go Chicago Cubs) and began to write my web journal. It began like this... "Thursday, 19th of June.
Today, I woke up in a strange room..."
