I know a movie star
I just went to go put my sneaks on for a run and realized that it's raining out. Rats. So in lieu of exercise, I instead ate half a bag of chocolate chips. Woops. Good work, self. Does dancing around to Shakira count as cardio? It's going to have to today - I'm only at 9,031 steps.
Work has basically become pointless. Everyone is on vacation - my boss, my colleague that I work most directly with, and our president. I took an hour lunch break to wander around Barnes & Nobles and still left at 4, and no one noticed. If I didn't show up tomorrow would anyone realize it? Doubtful. But I'm the eternal goody-two-shoes and I will.
Packing is about my least favorite hobby. I'm making slow progress. Very. very. slow.
It's possible I may be employed. I have to wait until said place of employment gets a thumbs up from the NIH that they have their dinero and then the "gentleman's agreement" that I have can officially become a dotted line to sign on. Huge sigh of relief. No selling out to the pharma industry. And, in further happy moving news, one of my girlfriends from Wake just got into their business school and is moving back in August. A job! A friend! Perhaps the universe is conspiring with me.
I am so excited for Matt to get here tomorrow - even though I've seen him once a month in the last 6 months it's always been on vacations or with family or, you know, in a 3rd world country with a group of 15 people from his church. Not too much down time. I'm so psyched just to be able to hang out with him and be a normal-esque couple. We're going to see the baby panda on Saturday and have lunch at booey's - two more things on the DC-to-do list.
Back to packing. Boo. That is on the not fun to do list.
Work has basically become pointless. Everyone is on vacation - my boss, my colleague that I work most directly with, and our president. I took an hour lunch break to wander around Barnes & Nobles and still left at 4, and no one noticed. If I didn't show up tomorrow would anyone realize it? Doubtful. But I'm the eternal goody-two-shoes and I will.
Packing is about my least favorite hobby. I'm making slow progress. Very. very. slow.
It's possible I may be employed. I have to wait until said place of employment gets a thumbs up from the NIH that they have their dinero and then the "gentleman's agreement" that I have can officially become a dotted line to sign on. Huge sigh of relief. No selling out to the pharma industry. And, in further happy moving news, one of my girlfriends from Wake just got into their business school and is moving back in August. A job! A friend! Perhaps the universe is conspiring with me.
I am so excited for Matt to get here tomorrow - even though I've seen him once a month in the last 6 months it's always been on vacations or with family or, you know, in a 3rd world country with a group of 15 people from his church. Not too much down time. I'm so psyched just to be able to hang out with him and be a normal-esque couple. We're going to see the baby panda on Saturday and have lunch at booey's - two more things on the DC-to-do list.
Back to packing. Boo. That is on the not fun to do list.