Back in the snow

After an 18-hour busride from Oaxaca to Mexico City followed by a couple of hours on the plane I made it back to New York. On the plane I sat next to a tall, cute, boyish-looking blond who, after five minutes of conversation, told me all about how his girlfriend broke up with him over the phone that morning. We got to chat pleasantly up to the point when he explained to me that eating meat is, in his mind, is equivalent to keeping slaves. He became a vegan a couple of years ago almost as an act of rebellion against his lacto-huevo vegetarian upbringing...Strange, he was such a sweet boy otherwise.

Back here it is cold and icy and today my "boss" (the moronic one) came into my office and rambled on for about half an hour about the stellar, ten-year human rights carreer of the man who got "my" job, which I, naturally, did not much care to hear about in such detail. He did not disappoint; I guess it would have been surprising if he had been able to just say thanks for all your work, you are pretty good, but we wanted someone with lots of experience (who also happens to be a friend of one of the big boss's best friends at the office). Anyway, I accepted one of the law firm jobs and they are just "thrilled" to have me. At least someone is...