Week one down. As far as a first week on a new job goes, I’d say it was pretty straightforward. I’m becoming a master of Google and have even hung up a picture or two in my windowless office to make it a bit more cheery. (Sidebar: what would the world do if Google made you pay to use it? We’re all pretty hooked at this point. Kind of an evil genius plan.) I’m left at the end of the week pretty tired but feeling fairly confident that I made the right choice and will like what I’m doing. Adjusting to DC, however, is a bit of a different challenge.
Tonight for dinner I made an astonishingly complex, gourmet meal – scrambled eggs. Often my fallback for when I’m feeling somewhat defeated, they’re never really satisfying as dinner unless I’m sick. They make me think about all of the delicious things that I usually make that are not scrambled eggs. Tonight I made them with zucchini and cheddar cheese. Turning into a whoa-I-didn’t-realize-that-simmer-was-not-low-on-this-stove mess, let’s just say that the eggs were a little difficult to manage. That’s how I feel about DC right now. I know I’ll have friends and that I’ll find a place to live and that the cheese will melt before the eggs get too overcooked, but I’m not really sure exactly how it’s going to happen. (Hint for the egg problem: just turn down the heat. I’ll get back to you with the hint on DC.)
So that’s where I’m at right now. To fully round out the weird food metaphor, I’d say now would be a great time to add some more butter. Everything works out when you add more butter.