Day 2
It's 10:30, and I've been struggling to stay awake the last two hours. I thought I had the jetlag beat when I slept nearly 11 hours on Sunday night, and felt AWESOME on Monday. But then, I woke up this morning at 5:30AM, completely unable to fall back asleep. This was after going out with my roommate's friends and not getting to bed until midnight. I can't even imagine how messed up my sleep would have been without those two beers.
Anyway, since I'm so tired, the rest of this will be in bullets. Deal.
I need to learn to shut my big fat mouth. We had one of our bi-weekly intern lunches today, which are just something informal set up by interns so they have someone to hang out with. While we're there, the girl currently in charge of sending out the notices asks anyone if they'd be willing to take over for her when she finishes up in two weeks. I stupidly allowed her to catch my eye, and once it got uncomfortable that no one was volunteering, I asked "How much work is it?" She said it was just sending out emails reminding people twice weekly, and then sometimes picking a place for the weekly all-UN intern happy hour. It sounded like such a small amount of effort that I felt stupid not volunteering. Why do I do this to myself?
God bless the WHO. At lunch today, I bought a nice big salad, some creamy pumpkin soup and some yogurt. And then found out it was all overkill. Not only did it cost me almost $10 (which admittedly isn't awful), but they give you free bread in the cafeteria! As much as you want! Tomorrow, I'm just going to bring an apple from home and buy the soup again (a nice big bowl for under $3) and chow on the free baguettes. Also, I haven't had the balls to try this yet, but they have bottles of wine in the lunch line next to the sodas and juices. You can just pour yourself a glass to go with lunch. None of the other interns were doing it, so I wasn't sure what a good idea it was. Maybe once I get the courage to let my tattoo be visible at work, I'll consider the wine at lunch.
Everyone's an expat. Good effing luck finding a native here. I haven't met a single native aside from my roommate, and I just know him by chance. Even when I went out with his friends last night, only one person I spoke to was actually from Geneva, and she was half American! The farewell card I got from Ben (http://www.someecards.com/upload/farewell/have_fun_visiting_an_exotic_international.html) may just come true despite my best intentions.
I'm unconvinced that Trident gum is the same here as it is at home. Just an observation.
Anyway, since I'm so tired, the rest of this will be in bullets. Deal.
I need to learn to shut my big fat mouth. We had one of our bi-weekly intern lunches today, which are just something informal set up by interns so they have someone to hang out with. While we're there, the girl currently in charge of sending out the notices asks anyone if they'd be willing to take over for her when she finishes up in two weeks. I stupidly allowed her to catch my eye, and once it got uncomfortable that no one was volunteering, I asked "How much work is it?" She said it was just sending out emails reminding people twice weekly, and then sometimes picking a place for the weekly all-UN intern happy hour. It sounded like such a small amount of effort that I felt stupid not volunteering. Why do I do this to myself?
God bless the WHO. At lunch today, I bought a nice big salad, some creamy pumpkin soup and some yogurt. And then found out it was all overkill. Not only did it cost me almost $10 (which admittedly isn't awful), but they give you free bread in the cafeteria! As much as you want! Tomorrow, I'm just going to bring an apple from home and buy the soup again (a nice big bowl for under $3) and chow on the free baguettes. Also, I haven't had the balls to try this yet, but they have bottles of wine in the lunch line next to the sodas and juices. You can just pour yourself a glass to go with lunch. None of the other interns were doing it, so I wasn't sure what a good idea it was. Maybe once I get the courage to let my tattoo be visible at work, I'll consider the wine at lunch.
Everyone's an expat. Good effing luck finding a native here. I haven't met a single native aside from my roommate, and I just know him by chance. Even when I went out with his friends last night, only one person I spoke to was actually from Geneva, and she was half American! The farewell card I got from Ben (http://www.someecards.com/upload/farewell/have_fun_visiting_an_exotic_international.html) may just come true despite my best intentions.
I'm unconvinced that Trident gum is the same here as it is at home. Just an observation.