July 3, 2013. 8:10am.
Oh yeah! I forgot to talk
about it. I'm quite certain that due to this internship I'm going to die about
5 years earlier. I inhale enough secondhand smoke to satisfy a
slightly-less-addicted-than-everyone-here smoker. Yes, fortunately that's an
exaggeration. But I have been around a whole lot of smoking. They smoke...ALL.
THE. TIME. That's not an exaggeration. Every break, every meal, (though the
break and meal are the same time, so I guess that's just one occasion), every
car ride, every anything, everyone pulls out a cigarette. Probably more than
one...I'll pay attention to how many they smoke at break next time.
It's really pretty sad
though. And it smells pretty awful. I was at the top of the stairs at break
yesterday...bad idea. That means all the smoke from the rest of them sitting on
the stairs came straight at me. Ugh. So I just hold my breath, then face away
and inhale when I need more oxygen.
Maybe I should just start
smoking too. Then I'd probably fit in more. I think it's like a social thing
for them. Maybe it would be fun..
HA! Gotcha! Sorry mom and
dad :) ... did you believe me for a second?? Love you.
Oh.My.God. (to quote my daughter). Yes, you got me and I was about to have a heart attack. So love you, my adorable baby.
ReplyDeleteKeep the posts coming. It is so enjoyable to read. I'm trying to figure out what I did in your upbringing that has you so intimated by new circumstances. I'm not worried, because I think that somewhere along the way your amygdala (!) is going to figure out that the terrors you imagine don't seem to ever transpire. But I am living your adrenaline rushes, and at this distance, it's pretty fun!