Day 2: Fact-Finding Mission

Let me start by saying that certain readers who are fans of a certain Western Conference NHL team should keep their thoughts on the signing of a certain Slovakian sniper to themselves.

Anyway.

Not a whole lot to write about today. The only people around were me, PC, E, CO1, and another intern ("I2") who I didn't even get to properly meet until the end of the day.

Incidentally, as should be expected by now, that meeting led to a slightly awkward moment. I started up a conversation with her while we were waiting for an elevator, and the door opened a few seconds later, revealing that a couple other people were already inside. I guess we both decided that it would be bad elevator etiquette to keep talking in the presence of others or something, because we just kind of stared forward silently until we got to the ground floor, then finished the conversation when the doors opened.

I'm really starting to think that if I look up "awkward" in the dictionary, the illustration will be a picture of me trying to have a normal conversation.

On a somewhat related note, I'm getting tired of having to explain to people why I have a college degree, yet I'm taking an internship for a university program. You have to start somewhere.

I seem to have gone off on a tangent. Let's get back to my duties for today.

Basically, my job was to surf the Internet and find interesting tidbits of information on various topics so E can insert them into a TV show the studio is producing. Once again, I can't go into specifics, unfortunately.

Also, I...oh, wait, that was all I did today. Five hours of research. Wooo. I guess it's better than sweeping up the floors.

The most interesting part of the day, honestly, was when I got lost attempting to walk home. I got out of the subway station and went in the direction that I thought led back to my dorm, but it turns out that I went the opposite direction and ended up walking in circles for about 20 minutes attempting to find a street I recognized.

Fun stuff.

Also, if I may vent for a second about something that came to mind during this period of wandering: Fuck cigarettes, and fuck the assholes who insist on smoking them in public. Seriously. If I ran up to a smoker and poked him in the eye, he'd get pissed off. And yet, smokers can expel hot ash into the air, some of which landed directly in my eyes, and it's their "right" to do so.

Fuck. You. Eat a fucking shotgun; It's a quicker, less painful method of suicide.

I think I need to take a break.