It's 9 PM and I'm just getting back from my first day at the office. The good news is, I am no longer operating on U.S. time. The bad news is, I am just plain jetlagged now and subject to random fits of brownout. A few cases of the weepy-fits never hurt anyone, though, and while waiting for my desk to be set up I had plenty of time to steal away the odd nap in a dark corner. I should be right as rain by Sunday night.
Despite my foggy head, I managed to strike up some great conversations with the other editors here. No one was shy to walk up to the new blonde and ask her what she was doing. I was offered some sweet and some salty home-cooked Indian food by a group of development editors, and a deep-fried cheese sandwich by an acquisitions editor. I accepted everything on pure principle. The only disappointment was the sandwich's red sauce, which turned out to be ... ketchup.
Between you and me, I hate ketchup. If I'm actually putting it on food, it's a clear sign that I'm really having an adventure.
Despite my foggy head, I managed to strike up some great conversations with the other editors here. No one was shy to walk up to the new blonde and ask her what she was doing. I was offered some sweet and some salty home-cooked Indian food by a group of development editors, and a deep-fried cheese sandwich by an acquisitions editor. I accepted everything on pure principle. The only disappointment was the sandwich's red sauce, which turned out to be ... ketchup.
Between you and me, I hate ketchup. If I'm actually putting it on food, it's a clear sign that I'm really having an adventure.
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