Today was all about time, in more ways than one.
The first thing we did was sit in on the morning budget meeting. (Though “stand in” would be a more appropriate phrase, as there weren’t nearly enough chairs.) The speed and keenness with which stories were analyzed, even at a broad level, was beautiful to see.
Then we were released to our sections. Real work! For the Washington Post! Hell yes!
After everyone introduced themselves to me (by way of name and favorite kind of cheese), my supervisor gave me my first assignment: sports. Sports?! Sports. My heart beat in my ears. I know nothing about sports. Nothing. And it’s not for lack of trying. I’ve just never really encountered a sport that made sense to my brain.
Finally, I left when a co-worker I knew from Twitter and ONA passed my desk and told me, “I’m sure this isn’t the first time I’ll say this, but you don’t literally have to sleep here.”
PS: Since I’m still living off of granola bars, I put out the call for cute guys in DC to take me for sushi. I’m disappointed to report that so far the only response has been from people not actually anywhere near DC. :-p