My department moved offices this weekend, so this morning I had to perform all new routines while sleep deprived. New building, different shuttle. Had to set up my desk and computer. Had to find all the meeting rooms. Had to find food.
On the bright side, somehow I ended up with a corner desk with windows and a great view. There was some trauma but also excellent tacos for lunch, so I guess it's not all bad.
Windows are great!
My stomach is a little unsettled and I'm about to get on a plane, so of course I got a whiskey ginger at the bar.
Does she have a name?
I think she's just ID'd as Evil Queen.
Corner with windows is excellent! Trauma tacos does not sound excellent (that's how I first read that).
Very medicinal, Consuela!
SOrry about the trauma, shrift; hooray for views and tacos!
I can see mountains from my desk! I'm now testing out my evening commute home from the new office.
Trauma tacos does not sound excellent (that's how I first read that).
The tacos were a beefy balm, and not traumatic at all.
Trauma tacos does not sound excellent (that's how I first read that).
The tacos were a beefy balm, and not traumatic at all.
Tacos can cure anything! (Except, I suppose, food poisoning.)
I did my Skype interview today and it was fine, but not the best interview I've ever had. In fact, not as good as the last two I did. So I am feeling meh. Also, it is somehow actually harder to interview when you've met 5 of the 6 people on the search committee, and have known one of them for 20 years.