I work in a basement. A smelly basement. In a fluorescent-lit room across from the bathrooms and an industrial sized shredder. This, I've been told, is where all legal officers start their careers at the ICTY. Deep breath (through the mouth to avoid the stink), here goes nothing.
My fellow basement dwellers include 2 men - an Italian and a Mexican, and 7 women - a German, Swiss, Russian, Dutch, Indonesian, Canadian and one other American. Everyone is friendly and welcoming, and there is already talk of a happy hour get together later this week. Drinking foreigners. I like.
But apart from the smelly basement and maze-like building (more on this later), the day has been pretty cool. I have an official UN security card, and, the best part, I got a UN email address. Awesome. My supervisor took me out to lunch, and is friendly, helpful and I think will be a great resource. Same with the other interns I'll be working with directly (the Swiss and Italian).
No real work yet (hence the new blog), but I presume enough will come shortly.
Thought for today: Worried about getting a bike and crashing it into garbage bins.
2 comments:
But you look so cute crashing into garbage cans! Go get your helmet! :)
ask at work for a blue one, with letters "UN" on it
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