I also continued to work on some of the pieces that I got to choose the topic. However, this story ends sort of tragically. I finished the one article I was working on and since I'm waiting for more feedback on that one, I started a second. I finished this one near the end of the day, but part way through writing it I realized I'd saved it in the wrong spot, so I dragged a copy from its current location to my desktop, and then finished writing. Afterward, I saved the document and then deleted the one that I had accidentally saved to the server. The trash bin said that the action would permanently delete my file, but I clicked OK feeling I was safe because of the copy on my desktop. I was wrong. It turns out that my finished copy saved only to the location on the server, and the one on my desktop was the partially finished draft that I had when I dragged a copy to my desktop. I lost 2/3 of my article. I almost cried. So tomorrow, I get to go back and rewrite the majority of my article that I accidentally deleted—not looking forward to that.
I left the office about 45 minutes earlier than usual because I went to meet my friend Jamie and his sister Laura in DC for the evening. I knew it would take me a while to get into the city because of the ridiculous traffic in this area, but I must admit that I was pretty unaware that you could take what should be a 37-minute drive according to Google Maps and turn it into a nail-biting, hair-wrenching, 75 minute ordeal—turns out, you can! But I have to admit that once my car was successfully parked in a beautiful, end parking spot on Jefferson Ave that was completely FREE so long as I kept it there under 3 hours and stepped out onto the National Mall with the 70-degree weather and sunny blue skies, I think the drive was almost worth it. It was supposed to rain this afternoon, but it turned out to be a beautiful sunny day with the most perfect temperature. It was pretty much like heaven. When I met up with Jamie and Laura, we headed over to the Natural History Museum where I discovered what I would have looked like as a Neanderthal. And for your viewing pleasure, I've provided the picture below.

It's pretty spectacular. Let's just say, I'm glad I was born about 3 million years after some of our early ancestors, because I just don't think that the receding hairline would have been a very flattering look for me.
After I got this horrifying picture made up, I saw a giant squid that was not completely submerged in its preservation juices (why he wasn't completely im-
I love the Natural History museum in DC. It's so much fun.
ReplyDeleteAlso, I feel the same way at my job sometimes. That I could get all this work done in three hours and then what am I supposed to do for the other five? I've learned to slow down a little because if I finish there's nothing left, but it's frustrating sometimes.