Lost Mums

For those of you who know me, you know that I hate being lost. I was looking for Target last night because I don't have a pillow so I walked down 14th street for forever until I was in this place with a bunch of federal buildings (federal triangle). My legs were already sore from running (I ran from UCDC center to Lincoln Memorial to the Washington Memorial to the Capitol Building, past the White House (twice) and finally back home to the UCDC Center, 7.5 miles). The run was a good way to see everything, but when I was looking for Target I was so tired that I had to take the Metro Rail home. Here are the two tickets I already bought.



Well, the next day was the first day of work. Work was fun, met a lot of people and I am having trouble remembering everyone's name. I signed up to see some talks at the Woodrow Wilson center tomorrow so that should be cool. Had some Indian bistro place for lunch. My supervisor Alice-Lynn paid, but the food was not that good.

I was suppposed to get a picture taken for an ID card for the UCDC center, and they forced us to take the picture some time between 1-5. But I had work till 5. So at 5, I ran all of the way back in the disgusting humidity and got all sweaty to find that I was too late and that they would charge me $50. Dammit.