Cubicle

I finally have my office and I am no longer tickled pink about my job. I have a cubicle! I have never had a cubicle before; even in all my years as a graduate student I had an actual office. Sure I have always had to share an office before and granted my office mate drove me crazy from time to time, but a cubicle? Now everyone can know the topic of my phone conversations, what I am working on, the whole nine yards. This is not good. I have already complained. Complaints my first week of work is probably not the best idea, but I am not concerned with getting fired. If I am fired I am sure that I am released from my contract and then I can return to DC.

For the most part I have been too busy at work to think about DC, but when I leave at night the longing sets in. I long for my old crappy condo, where I knew where everything was even in the dark. I long to play football and hockey, even though I have plans to join a basketball team out here. I long for my Sara nights and trying a new area restaurant every week. I long for all the things to do on any given night in the district. Oh did I mention I really miss the Internet??? I won’t have access at home for another week at best. There are other things I long for to but I am trying not to focus on them….