In DC they are not coffee people. Or at least not like we are up here. The closest thing they had to decent coffee was Starbucks, and even at Starbucks they did not provide half-n-half. I cannot tell you how appalling I find this. At the last Starbucks I went to, in Reagan National on our way back, my co-worker pressed them for cream on my behalf and they eventually produced a quart of heavy whipping cream. I dumped a goodly dollop of that in along with some whole milk. Is it just New Englanders who expect half-n-half to be available for coffee?
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eor is formatting another Wodehouse for the ebook - Mike and Psmith! More fodder for my pervy fantasies... er. Yay!
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The DC Metro is really an excellent system. Driving is a cluster f***. Nobody should drive in DC, because A) most of the other drivers on the road suck, B) the roads are f***ed up, and C) there's no place to park. Tree (my friend who lives down there) says the driving is completely different than in Boston, because there the roads don't make sense and the drivers are insane, but they're mostly pretty good drivers, so it works out.
The Metro seemed to be confusing to everyone else who I was at training with, even the Boston people, and it really shouldn't have been confusing to them because it's not greatly different from their T. There's the issue of different color-coded trains running on the same tracks, which is a bit confusing, and the whole business of the little paper tickets and having to pay different amounts based on which stations you're going to, and having to pay again when you get off. I got us onto the wrong train on Sunday afternoon when Jaylow and Crock and I went to Chinatown for dinner, but after that I got the hang of it and for some reason seemed to become the subway guru.
And that's all I'm going to write about that for tonight. I might write more about my trip in emails and then compile the emails and post them here in a couple of days when I've got myself sorted out.
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As it turns out the lease for our apartment is NOT sorted out. I thought we were all set, but tomorrow I have to set up with them to discuss it on the 17th, before we go to Boston for
eor's follow up appointment for his ear, because they still have in there that we're responsible for the gas. No, we're not responsible for the gas because the meter apparently is connected with something for the whole building, they send us ridiculous, astronomical bills, and it took us ages to get that sorted out after signing the last lease.
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The DC Metro is really an excellent system. Driving is a cluster f***. Nobody should drive in DC, because A) most of the other drivers on the road suck, B) the roads are f***ed up, and C) there's no place to park. Tree (my friend who lives down there) says the driving is completely different than in Boston, because there the roads don't make sense and the drivers are insane, but they're mostly pretty good drivers, so it works out.
The Metro seemed to be confusing to everyone else who I was at training with, even the Boston people, and it really shouldn't have been confusing to them because it's not greatly different from their T. There's the issue of different color-coded trains running on the same tracks, which is a bit confusing, and the whole business of the little paper tickets and having to pay different amounts based on which stations you're going to, and having to pay again when you get off. I got us onto the wrong train on Sunday afternoon when Jaylow and Crock and I went to Chinatown for dinner, but after that I got the hang of it and for some reason seemed to become the subway guru.
And that's all I'm going to write about that for tonight. I might write more about my trip in emails and then compile the emails and post them here in a couple of days when I've got myself sorted out.
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As it turns out the lease for our apartment is NOT sorted out. I thought we were all set, but tomorrow I have to set up with them to discuss it on the 17th, before we go to Boston for
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*envies* One of the co-workers I went to DC with is gluten intollerant - it really is amazing how many people are out there, and yet the general public (at least around here) doesn't understand it at all. One of my other co-workers started pressuring him to take a cookie, saying "one bite won't hurt you!" and I practically lept on her and started explaining that, yes, one bite COULD hurt him, and gave her some examples of how bad it can be for some people. I know I've told her this before, but some part of her mind refuses to get it. Maybe I screw her up, because I don't really stick to the diet, I'm only doing it for Eor's sake. I've got to say, though, I felt not so good after eating wrong all week while I was away.