pick me, pick me

It's been a long day so far. We had the Pentagon tour at 9. It was interesting, but I'd hoped that we'd get more of an in-depth look at what Pentagon workers do. I suppose it's a matter of national security. Whatev. We didn't get to see the memorial for the 9/11 victims, though, because there was an interview happening there. Our guide told us that if the plane hadn't bounced off the ground first, or if it had hit somewhere else, thousands more would have died. On any given day, there are about 35,000 people in the Pentagon. Less than 200 were killed on that day. Obviously, there are larger forces at work here.

After that, we had to go to a book lecture at Cato. The book was called "The Elephant in the Room: Evangelicals, Libertarians and the Battle to Control the Republican Party." It was interesting, and I would have really enjoyed it, but it was so hot in the room, and I was tired, and felt cramped. As soon as the last question was answered, I practically ran up the stairs, grabbed a sandwich and scarfed it down. I had an hour and a half to get back home, change, and get to my interview.

Finding Century Council was easy. It's less than a block away from a metro stop, which is good, as far as being able to wear less-than-comfortable shoes. I went up to the sixth floor and waited for Erica to meet me. She was very warm. She told me about the internship; it's a communications position. My general duties would include making media lists, cutting and copying articles, proofing editorials, etc. As an intern I'd be invited to all of the events, like promotions and launches. I'll get an hour lunch. Oh, and I'll get paid, too. (That was the best news of the interview.) I also met the VP of Communications. I liked them. I hope they liked me, too. Erica told me that she'd call me tonight or tomorrow and let me know. I'm a little nervous about it. I really, really want this.

After the interview, I decided to walk around the neighborhood a little. It turns out that the office is situated between Ford's Theatre and the White House. I took a little stroll past GW's house. Though I may not agree with the man, I have to admit it's pretty cool being so close to the seat of presidential power in the United States. I came home and Scott and Alyssa made a variation of chicken parmesan. It was nice to not have to cook, or really clean up afterward, to have everything be done for me. I could definitely get used to this.

And now, I'm just waiting for Erica's call. Oh, I hope I get it!