antipedant

So I have been overhearing things from work that I don't think I should be hearing. All the little workings of DC are kind of scary sometimes. But hey, I guess I am not technically involved so they just add spice. The job looks to be a lot more busy than I thought. I spend a bit of time at the office and then have to communicate with the European, Indian, and Philipino contingents of our webwork at other odd times. Once I start coding more it will be a bit more intellectually stimulating. So far it has just been constant economic and internet commerce minutiae. But I'm not complaining: inspite of the hours, it feels nice to have a job that actually requires a mind like mine (and that still lets me buy nice wine and hobnob with bigwigs while still maintaining the dot-com persona that had almost been lost to the late 90s).

I got punched by an anti-choice protestor this last week. But, hey, I also got kisses from a number of pretty girls who think the volunteer stuff is worthwhile, so it more than evens out. Is it bad that I have a crush on like five of the girls I volunteer with? They are so smart, driven, and pretty that I can't help but be attracted. Fortunately, I doubt I will ever get the guts to ask any out, so I will just covet from afar.

Good times.