The First Full Week

16 days of thick, slow-moving time with mass much greater than their actual dimensions. I can't think of any of the thoughts I had so here are some pictures:

Here's where I work.

This is my office nook. I think I'm going to get some posters for here, like a polar bear saying "MONDAY AGAIN?!" or a cat hanging from a branch and saying "Hang in there!"

This is more of the room I work in.

The building is old and beautiful.

Basic information: 

1. I like my job and all of the professional development I'm getting. I'm learning to write grants and manage volunteers. I'm also getting to do research and create proposals for programming which I love. I get to shadow in classrooms at the school nearly everyday so I can get a feel for what everything is like and I love that too. Especially the little ones! Oh, my heart melts for those little pre-K boys! My role is still pretty fluid at this point and I'm looking forward to a time when it is more structured. 
2. I spent my first night in my apartment last night. It is getting cozier and homier every moment. I smells weird which kind of gives me a stomach I think, so please (if you pray) pray for the smell to go away. I febreeze daily and have mopped the floors thrice with antibacterial wash. Even if it smells musty/smokey/like Uncle Sam's old house, it is actually, factually crazy clean.
3. I don't want to be poor when I grow up. I want to make lots of money and I want whoever I marry to also make lots of money, and together, we will live a lifestyle full of down comforters, expensive furniture and linens, and good food. I'm preety serious. I say this only because of how bad it SUCKS to have to buy everything from the Chinamart aka Wal-mart because it's like throwing away money when you buy terrible quality things AND I feel like such a hypocrite because I don't support outsourcing of jobs, and I don't support buying things that aren't made to last, and I don't support goods manufactured with unfair conditions for employees or that ravage the environment, and by default of being poor, I perpetuate things I hate, disdain, feel are sinful and take advantage of and continue the oppression of others. Thus, by making money honestly, as I plan to do, I can live an honest life free from mega stores and other artificial things that will pollute my body, my planet, and (dramatic, whatev) my soul. 

 Anyway, I'm probably going to Wal-mart sometime again this week. Sucks to suck.

JB