Work entry

Francisco suggested I start blogging via email again, like I did at my last temp job. I had forgotten I did that. Past me is a genius.

I woke up insanely early this morning in my brand new room. The window was fogged up from my hotness and far down below I could see moving blurry stars that I finally figured out were headlights, not eye errors. It's fun living so high up. I'm in one of the tallest buildings in the city (a whopping 13 or 14 floors, Wellington isn't know for it's vertical diversity). I contemplated going to the gym, but my body needs a lot of convincing to get serious exercise so early in the day. Instead I walked to work, in the rain. It took about 25 minutes, I think I'll do that every day. Now I'm at work and no one's here yet. Today they've rolled out a new garbage initiative that involves lots of sorting of recyclables and a compost bin in the kitchen. And a really tiny box, maybe 5"x5"x4" for regular garbage, that you have to cart off to the kitchen yourself. Can you imagine, compost in a big corporation?! It's a beautiful day here. My coworker was already complaining about all the sorting but she'll get used to it. We all must. All regular garbage cans have vanished so laziness is not an option.

Tonight is my first African dance class with Jenny, complete with live drumming. I hope it feels like Koyaanisqatsi and my feet get all dusty.