I went to bed at 6pm yesterday, and then got up at 3:30. I did my laundry, all the while feeling utterly paranoid about the fact that I was leaving my laundry in a semi-public place. As I walked to put money on my laundry card, I felt utterly powerless to prevent or punish anyone for meddling with my laundry. Specifically, after the things I learned Thursday night, I was concerned that some guy would see me doing laundry and go in to the laundry room to look at my dirty underwear. Irrational, right? Totally, I would have thought so too, until I read this. If I can't trust priveliged, professional men at the best universities in the country, can I trust any men at all? I haven't asked for men to defend their own decency before, but I must say, I'm still waiting for the men I know to stand up and defend their own gender. Eventually, I managed to calm myself down, mainly by writing a Live Journal entry about identity and identity hijacking.

I got to work around 8 or 8:30 and started the process of hiring the first of two contractors. I got some work done on GWD and worked on obtaining V's CAI, the key thing I need to complete my 'CIP'. After 4, when I was driving from Dublin to the Park, A, from the regular agency sent me 6 resumes. I reviewed the resumes and left them on C's desk with notes from the references, each person's bill rate, and a note asking her to review them as well. I think I also finally asked my co-workers about the earthquake from the week before last. A actually lives around where the epicenter was. He said he hadn't felt such a strong quake since the famous '89 earthquake. Trés cool. I left work around 6, maybe 7, and I was thrilled by how bright it still was outside. I don't really remember what I did during the evening though.