First things first, yes I know, this blog is long over due. I am sure that my (imaginary) fans have all been waiting eagerly to hear of my life thus far in Washington D.C.
I moved here on June 1, a week after graduating from college. That first month consisted of a lot of laying around on my Cousin's couch (lets call her Bubu). I know she loves me (and now that I have moved out, I know she misses me), but I often caught her looking over at me, while she chopped onions and garlic for each night's curry dinner, thinking, "What to do with this child?" She was worried about this child with the utmost sincerity.
I got an unpaid internship (yes, at first I wrote "job" but then deleted that and wrote the truth) and began slave labor (ok, I wrote "work," but then deleted that too and wrote the truth) by the second week of July. This was helpful in terms of extending my stay in the United States.
Those of you who don't know me, yes, I am foreign. Small, brown, and Bangladeshi. And no, I did not live in a mud hut, nor did my home get washed away during the monsoon season.
So I wouldn't have to worry about deportation for at least a year. It's nice not having to worry about such things
Where do I "work" you ask? I "work" for a domestic violence non profit organization. But I rarely interact with abused women. I check the mail, and play with Photoshop and fulfill other miscellaneous intern responsibilities when I am asked to. I do have a title though, which I get to use at the end of emails: Program Communications Intern. Fancy, huh?
Recently, I've been in the office alone a lot, with one other staff member. She's new, and Indian, and no, she does not remind me of my mother. The new lady is very nice. But this morning, as I sat down at my desk, I cringed as I heard her clipping her nails in the next room. Clip, clip, clip. I am cringing again. It felt more awkward than the already awkward silence, made bearable by the wall that separates us.
Hey, everyone's got pet peeves. But I felt guilty for being so easily irked, so I resorted to Google (according to Bubu, I'm really good at googling things), and after searching for "pet peeves," I came across www.getannoyed.com - "the web's largest list of pet peeves (things that annoy you)." I was relieved to see that "Clipping your nails at work" was included on the list. It is conveniently nestled between "People who let dogs that jump up on everyone loose in public" and "When your eating something and a person will just steal a little bit of it" (both of which I also agree with).
Although I must say that my favorite is:
"Conspiracy theories."
Really? I'm sorry, I'll stop making them up then.
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