This is where I am currently working. I sent this picture to my Mom, and over the phone, after oohing at all the buttons, she whispered, “Are you allowed to be taking pictures there?” Heh, I don’t know actually. Nonetheless, I felt very 1950s spy-like as I was doing it, my camera covered with the sleeve of my sweater, perspiration dripping down my forehead, and keeping one eye toward the door. One does what one can to make life more interesting.
I could lie to you and say this was the calm in the storm and that I have manipulate the buttons manically, but with a certain feigned order, at all times.
Oh but no, no, no. I read my homework while trying not to get caught up in It’s a Big, Big World and text my Mom and E. I really wanted a job on campus where I do nothing. It’s stellar.