Sore feet

Day two of laundry arrived bright and early at 8am. I don't hate my job, but at this moment, I strongly dislike it. The people I work with are so great though. I tried to learn a few words in Germany from Nina today, but I have already forgotten them sadly. All I know is Morgan for "morning" and kapote is broken. Overall, I hear some pretty interesting stories from everyone...like my boss's night and how he had a terrible hangover the next day when he had to train me. It's pretty bad when your boss is burping and looking terrible the second day, but oh well, he's nice.

Today a guy named Geoffry returned to work. He's from Kenya and supposedly my roommate went with him last time he returned. I also found out that my roommated knows some Swahili! I wouldn't have guessed that at all. I'm excited for another worker to return. His name is Jose and he's from the Dominican Republic so I'll have some one to talk with in Spanish. Finally I'll be able to understand at least what one person is saying instead of using hand signals.

When that evening rolled around, I ended up making dinner and then sitting around in the kitchen while three michaels made their dinners. I don't know how it happened, but all the michaels in my wing of the building all made dinner at the same time. So we all sat and ate and played 20 questions for a few hours....you learn a lot about people that way. I was questioned deeply about the universities I attended and why they had so many rules about smoking, drinking, and premarital sex. They looked so surprised to hear about contracts for college...those public college people! They were super nice though and we made plans to go hiking and try out some resturants around town. Overall, it was a decent day.