First day of work

Was yesterday!
I have my very own desk and everything. There are about 8 fulltime people including me. We all chat while we work on Skype. Its lovely. I'm really tired.
My boss, the VP, is very micromanagy. She has one on one meetings with everyone in the office twice a week. Actually, since this is my first real work I can't really say if that is normal or not.
I'm really too tired from work to talk about work. I think I have to cut my fingernails, because they are inhibiting my typing and Ipad usage, but I really don't want to because they are so pretty. Just last week I got a super long lasting manicure-the kind that is cured with a UV lamp and my nails still look great, though unfortunately are a little long. But I really don't want to ruin their green and purple pretty sparkilyness.

Yesterday I got off work really late because I was too afraid to be the first one to go home, even though I was the first one to get there. I got there at nine, left at seven. Today I left at 4:30. My work was already done for the day though. Yesterday after I got of work I went to my other work, the one where I teach English to get my paycheck (almost just said salary, because the word is the same in Chinese, oops). I don't know whether or not I want to keep working there: I don't really enjoy it, it takes up one of my two days off, and getting paid is really difficult. The pay is in theory really good, but yesterday when I was supposed to get paid I couldn't, and today when I went back it was a battle to get 1/3 of what I was supposed to receive.

Anyway, yesterday, after attempting to get my paycheck I agreed to take part in a promotion outside a wedding photography store: one of those answer these few questions, listen to our sales pitch and you will get a free useless gift. If you have the patience, these are really good opportunities to practice Chinese. I wasn't in a rush to go home and felt moderately curious, so I agreed. I chatted with the guy for about an hour and a half. Nothing noteworthy happened, he told me I was pretty, my Chinese was really good, told me how I could take really pretty pictures, and asked the obligatory question, which is better: China or America? I still don't have an answer that I am satisfied with for that. I either resort to they are different, or that America doesn't have as many crazy things to eat. I do like my response for the remark, "Oh, your Chinese is so good!" I always say, "Its not as good as yours!" or "Right? I think it might even be better than yours," depending on the mood. Hahahhaah.

Later, I still wasn't feeling the need to head home, so I took a really long walk. I walked for about an hour down the same street, just walking walking walking . By that time it was about 10:00 and still hadn't cooled down completely (as if it ever does these days) and the street was pretty lively with people of all ages enjoying the cool clear evening. I live pretty close to downtown now, and despite the fact that I live in a big apartment complex, my surroundings still have the "Beijing feel," with lots of hutongs, which wikipedia describes as hutongs are alleys formed by lines of siheyuan, traditional courtyard residences.[1] Many neighbourhoods were formed by joining one siheyuan to another to form a hutong, and then joining one hutong to another. The word hutong is also used to refer to such neighbourhoods. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hutong) From the outside they are just a storefront or and alley entrance, but one the inside they are winding twists and turns of single level residences, dating back to forever. The second you walk past or into a hutong, everything is quieter, the sky is suddenly bigger. And they have trees.