We hurried off to work through the rain. Soon after we arrived, a man walked in carrying a large package. My heart jumped a bit. Could it be my care package from my family? Hooray, it was! It had taken three weeks and the poor package looked like it had been through quite a lot, but it was finally here! I was so excited that you would have thought it was Christmas! I resolved to wait until I got home to open it and set it aside. Working for the next hour knowing that my package was right there waiting for me was so difficult. I excitedly emailed my Mom to tell her I had finally received her package. Finally I altered my resolve and decided that I only had to wait until lunchtime. But that didn’t work either. By teatime, I called Rachel over and we dug in. Opening the box was like opening a treasure chest. Along with a cute card from my family was four boxes of Kraft macaroni and cheese, a box of Little Debbie Zebra Cakes, Multi-grain Cheerios, and popcorn. Mmmmm!!! Did we really have to wait until we got home? I emailed my mom again to tell her thanks for all the delicious goodies. Content after getting to see what was inside, Rachel and I went to get tea and looked forward to a delicious macaroni and cheese dinner. I could hardly wait.
When I met with Mr. Kiran that day, he told me that I had to move desks. A new accounting guy was coming in and needed my desk, so I would move up to the HR department. I was sad to leave my friends in the little accounting office, but excited to get to work with so many of the people I already knew. As I gathered up my things, I wondered how I had managed to accumulate so much in such a short period of time. I found my new desk and settled in. Nitu was very excited that we would be working so close together. So was I! I re-introduced myself to the girl who works across from me, Abha. We met when I first arrived, but that was over five weeks ago. I also introduced myself to the girl beside me, Sulochana. She is also here doing an internship, but she is in her masters program. Nitu asked what my care package was, so I showed her the goodies my mom had sent. She was only familiar with the popcorn, but I assured her it was all delicious. I gave her a Little Debbie cake and promised her she would love it. Happy to be working in such a fun office, I got back to work on my cost sheet.
I met with Mr. Kiran again late in the afternoon, and after working more on my cost sheet, he took me to get some tea at a nearby restaurant. Along with the tea, he also ordered a white dosa for himself and a masala dosa for me. He explained that a masala dosa is a large fried pancake rolled up with a potato mixture inside. You pull the dosa apart into little pieces starting in the middle, pick up a bit of the potato mixture, and dip it into the chutney. It was absolutely delicious! He told me that most of the Americans
he knew liked this dosa because of the potato. I observed that Americans eat potatoes much more often than Indians. He told me about his travels in America, including the Grand Canyon, California, Hawaii, and many other places. He is so much more traveled than I, even within the United States! After finishing up our tea break I thanked Mr. Kiran and went to find Rachel. On the way home we talked again about how wonderful our mac and cheese dinner would taste. The only thing that stood in our way was an Insanity workout. After a little pre-workout zebra cake snack, we set off for the gym. Although I felt that zebra cake as we exercised, we both made it through the workout successfully. We hurried up the stairs as best we could and put a pot of water on the stove as soon as we got back. After a few rough estimates, we had macaroni and cheese! We dumped in on a plate and dug in. It was so tasty! After scarfing it down, we decided we also needed to try the popcorn. That was delicious too. I finished off with an apple and sat back full and content. Crawling into bed, we caught the beginning of “What Happens in Vegas” on TV. We watched for a bit before falling asleep, still thrilled about the care package. Thanks Mom!
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