Since my hijinks in Ireland and London last weekend (in between the bombings, lucky me), my life has consisted of monitoring committees on behalf of my department. In practice, this consists of sitting in a big room with a pad of paper and listening to human rights people take potshots at the international finance people, drinking a lot of Coke to stay awake, and worrying about whether my laptop's ok. (It started making loud clunking noises when I got back on Monday, so a nice Irish guy took it away with the promise that he'd fix it.) Oftentimes people are rude. Oftentimes I feel compelled to hide my copy of The Economist so as not to be lynched.
Well, it's not as though no good has come of this experience; I now know what to say when people ask me what I did this summer:
1) I killed a lot of trees.
2) I became a conservative.
And all it took was working for the UN.
Well, it's not as though no good has come of this experience; I now know what to say when people ask me what I did this summer:
1) I killed a lot of trees.
2) I became a conservative.
And all it took was working for the UN.
