Last one in the office. What is life? What is dinner?
Orientation is this week. I keep dreaming of all the things that can go wrong. Like I'll turn up to work with 20 people in tow and the lift won't go to level 44, which, funnily enough, could actually happen if the landlord hasn't gotten around to programming the lifts. But yeh, I have nagged him to hell and he probably wants me to go back to Australia.
Today I went to a stationary store to buy 20 clipboards. It was run by an old Indian man and was the size of a small storeroom. The shelves went up to the ceiling and it was honestly one of the most amazing shops I've ever stepped into. It was also a huge fire hazard, but whatever, I've been doing too many risk assessments.