TGITF

Which stands for "Thank God It's Technically Friday." Which it is, on the East Coast.

Yes, only four days on the job and I'm already looking forward to weekends. Which isn't because the job is bad, but because I'm just lazy. Waking up at 0700, putting on a suit, and driving out to Reston every morning isn't making me love the civilian life as much as I had anticipated. Plus, I really don't have a whole lot to do right now; I'm just getting acquainted with the company, setting up 6 trillion different accounts and passwords, and reading tons of boring documentation. And sometimes I get to have long, unproductive meetings with strange people.

And then there's the drive home. As you may know, Newton's fourth law states that motion will completely cease in the event that you're on the inner-loop of the beltway after 5 o'clock. Today I received almost an hour's worth of experimental confirmation of this fact. But I don't hate it nearly as much as I should, for a very simple reason: Kill The Moonlight by Spoon. I bought it last weekend and it rocks enough to make stop-and-go traffic almost bearable. So I forgive you guys for those Jaguar commercials.

Speaking of which, a man and a woman were arguing in their SUV today on my way home today. Loudly. Loudly enough that I could hear them across four lanes of backed-up traffic and over "Jonathan Fisk." Not even Spoon can drown out enraged yuppies! The moral: if you're going to call your wife a bitch on the beltway, at least roll your windows up first.

May 1st (or so) I head out to "the foreign site." Wooo!