Cafe Milano

I've had two interviews now -- totally miserable experiences. Before I go in I think of impressive things to say but never end up saying them. And what I do say comes out to quickly and a little incoherently, I sound like I'm ADHD or something. Whatever. I think I'm going to get a job. Lucky for me it looks like it is considerably easier for attorneys and other "essential" employees to get work permits in Europe. I say Europe because most European countries have similar work permit laws.

I'm sitting in Cafe Milano in the 9th district right now, not far from the US Embassy. There are a dozen student-aged folks hanging out in here. They're all smoking. I must say I kind of miss smoky cafes. I definitely feel the urge to have a cigarette. These were the times when cigarettes were best, nothing to do but hang out and drink coffee. But I would never do that to myself again, I haven't smoked for 3 and a half years. Oh my god, I'm rambling. I need to find something to do. I should be in intensive german class soon. Come back soon for pictures of Vienna.