Yesterday, I started my job training with the Department of Commerce, Census Bureau. I, along with fifteen others (about six of them live on the same street as myself, and one moved out of his parents' place on the street) took our oath to uphold the Constitution, were fingerprinted, and began to learn the ropes of census enumeration.
The training is taking place at a location about a ten minute walk from my front door. It's funny how, because I've been working for a massive U.S. Government Project, my life has taken on a "small town European vibe". I walk to work, and have time to stop in the bakery for a fresh-baked croissant or scone- living as close an approximation of la dolce vita as a working stiff can.
*Allusion to these guys