“Je suis comme ça. Ou j'oublie tout de suite ou je n'oublie jamais." Samuel Beckett

Yesterday was a bad night and this morning was a bad morning. The heat was too much for me and I couldn't fall asleep. In the morning it was so bad I woke up sweating. At 6am.

I lied in bed, read some news and did nothing for a bit. Then I was so bored I got up and started getting ready for work (in this original post I actually wrote school - this is how tired my mind is).

I mean - aside from the burns on my fingers.

I actually burned some of my fingers pretty bad on a pot at home so when I got to work, I asked around for a first aid kit.

Turns out none of the floors have one. If I want a simple band-aid, I'd have to go down to the fifth floor medical floor. I just wanted some burn cream so they sent me down to the Medical unit.

It was my first time there. In fact, I think it was one of the first times an intern or anyone I have actually ever known working at the UN had to go to the medical unit. It was interesting. It was super early, around 8:40 so when I went in, the guy told me I could either wait 20 minutes for the nurse to come back or I stay until 9, so I left.

Cheese and fruit and champagne :D 

At around 9, I went back downstairs and had to wait to see a doctor (yes they sent me to a doctor even though I literally just asked for burn cream like polysporin) who pulled out a chart and started asking me what was wrong.

I explained to her what was wrong. She just looked at me, put away all her charts and just gave me the burn cream. I think she was a bit disappointed (I wonder how many people actually know about the medical clinic, let alone go there?)

She actually applied it on me so I was quite grateful.

Afterwards, I did a little bit of work and then headed over to a nearby coffee place to meet with my professor.

When I got there, he was having a meeting with a delegate from a large state. And he had already had meetings with several other Member States.

I feel like I was the only person he met up with that wasn't a country or member state...

We had a very good, short talk and then afterwards I had to run off to a meeting (busy, busy in the life of a UN intern).

Drinks at the DL

I went back to the office and worked on some research for one of the big projects I was doing until about lunch. Didn't actually end up taking lunch since it was so busy in the office...

Afterwards, we put out surprise cheese, fruits and prosecco for Bastille day for our French colleagues in the office. It was pretty jolly.

We cleaned up and worked a bit more. Afterwards, a colleague and I headed over to the Delegate's lounge where we enjoyed some French special drinks and sat around and talked for a bit. 

Afterwards, I headed over to meet up with some friends at the bar where we sat around and enjoyed each other's company.

I headed home but had to wait to be let in, since I had a visitor who had my keys, and it was the first time I had ever been so harassed on the streets, I had three people tell me to "smile more" and make unnecessary comments as well as try to touch my things. 

I cannot believe how disgusting it was. Do people really think that is justifiable at all? Like that's okay? It's not. 

Kind of a bad end to a good day.