Life is for the living, the forgiven and for leaving town alive.
I'm sitting here watching the GOP convention, really excited about this ticket for the first time in a while. Teenage pregnancy or not.
Did I wake up insanely early today out of nerves? Did I overdress in my internvest and cute heels? Did I arrive an hour early and drink four shots and have a cigarette to calm myself? Yes to all of the above. But my first day of work was spectacular. The office is small, maybe fifteen people, all of whom are youngish and quirky and welcoming and understanding that I'm FREAKING NERVOUS and have never transferred a call to another office line before. I met Jack Kemp, who's basically a Conservative clone of Ted Kennedy, happy to hear he had another LA kid in his office, and a very nice man. I then spent the rest of the day compiling contact information for all Senators and Representatives up for re-election this year. Oh, did I mention every House seat is up this year? Yeah, they are. But I loved it, I was on nerd sensory overload. And I listened to my mixes on the Red Line all the way home and felt altogether really proud of what I'm about to be doing.
Still no packages. Meaning still no bedding and inflatable palm trees. But still no homesickness. I don't know if it's because I've already done the going away from home thing or because I'm just so exceptionally happy/grateful to be here right now. Probably a combination of the two.
It's already almost dark here and I haven't moved off the couch, eaten, or showered. I get why everything is done so much later here, there's almost not enough time in the day to do everything.
Love love love love.
Did I wake up insanely early today out of nerves? Did I overdress in my internvest and cute heels? Did I arrive an hour early and drink four shots and have a cigarette to calm myself? Yes to all of the above. But my first day of work was spectacular. The office is small, maybe fifteen people, all of whom are youngish and quirky and welcoming and understanding that I'm FREAKING NERVOUS and have never transferred a call to another office line before. I met Jack Kemp, who's basically a Conservative clone of Ted Kennedy, happy to hear he had another LA kid in his office, and a very nice man. I then spent the rest of the day compiling contact information for all Senators and Representatives up for re-election this year. Oh, did I mention every House seat is up this year? Yeah, they are. But I loved it, I was on nerd sensory overload. And I listened to my mixes on the Red Line all the way home and felt altogether really proud of what I'm about to be doing.
Still no packages. Meaning still no bedding and inflatable palm trees. But still no homesickness. I don't know if it's because I've already done the going away from home thing or because I'm just so exceptionally happy/grateful to be here right now. Probably a combination of the two.
It's already almost dark here and I haven't moved off the couch, eaten, or showered. I get why everything is done so much later here, there's almost not enough time in the day to do everything.
Love love love love.