Believe in me

Believe in me. Believe me.

I’m young and quite dumb. So, believe in me when I tell you things. It’s most likely that I’m telling you the truth.


Election Day 2012 Throwback

So, I just want to put this little story up because it’s noteworthy. On Election night, the results finally posted and I saw that President Obama was re-elected. I was so happy. I also drank a lot of alcohol that night. I drank 2 full size cans of Four Lokos and a lot of other stuff. I went crazy. I cried for two-hours straight and danced around the office like a butterfly. I’m not going to lie, I was the party.

The next morning, I woke up. I was covered in Presidential bumper stickers. Clark woke me up and offered me a beer. We drank ourselves silly for two weeks.

I miss it.


I’ve been friends with someone in the foreign service and I have to say it’s been an interesting friendship.

  • Diplomat: Why, Hello.
  • Donna: are you?
  • Diplomat: I’m doing just well and how about yourself?
  • Donna: I’m doing well.

(I’m staring at the diplomat and I see that he has a tattoo on his arm)

  • Donna: Oh! You have a tattoo? That’s very cool. What is it?
  • Diplomat: Oh, this? It’s swimming koi. It starts from my wrists and goes around my shoulder..all the way to the top of my butt cheek?
  • Donna: …

(I start laughing hysterically)

  • Diplomat: Is that funny?
  • Donna: Why would you tell me that?
  • Diplomat: I thought it would interest you.

I’ve known this diplomat for a while and these kind of conversations are nothing new. He’s a young gun in the foreign service and he likes to flirt. I can’t lie and say that I’m not attracted to him. Thankfully, I’ve been creeped out by him enough that I don’t act on any urges.

I can and will have it all.


This morning, I ate cheesecake for breakfast. It had lilac petals as a garnish and it tasted wonderful. My broworkers stared at me while I was eating my cake.

  • Broworker: Is that cheesecake?
  • Donna: Ha. Yes, it is.
  • Broworker: It’s 9am and you’re also drinking a cherry Pepsi!
  • Donna: It’s 6am in Yakima, WA.
  • Broworker: That doesn’t make any sense.
  • Donna: It doesn’t make any sense that you’re questioning my choices for what I eat in the morning. It’s not my fault that you chose to eat nothing for breakfast today and now you’re just jealous of me.
  • Broworker: Damn, Donna. Give me some of your cheesecake.

I had an interesting day today to say the least. I love working with my broworkers. They’re an interesting group of dudes from varying experiences and they make me laugh everyday. Other than that sweet jewel about my cheesecake, I had quite the meeting today. I met up with a Chief of Staff for a member of Congress today. It was enlightening and discouraging at the same time. I’m just going to lay it out for y’all and you can analyze anyway you want.

My meeting with the COS was basically like a mentoring session. Good information, good advice, and good company wrapped up in delicious bacon. Unfortunately, eating too much bacon is bad for you. While usually I take any advice from someone that’s in a top position, I know that they’re usually projecting a lot of their own emotion and experiences into their advice.

I told the COS my dreams and hopes and I basically looked like a Goofy Goober from Spongebob Squarepants. To the COS, I looked like the little kid telling their mom that they wanted to be an astronaut when they grew up. I looked so adorable for having all of these ambitions and goals but, I’m pretty sure the COS was looking at me probably thought that my head was inflated with silly ideas. I told him all of my goals and I’ll share them with you.

  1. Pass the Foreign Service Officer Exam
  2. Become a Foreign Service Officer
  3. Go to graduate school for Intelligence analysis or something along those line

My goal list is short but, I’ve already accomplished a lot of my goals in the past year. I told the COS all of this and he was able to provide me with contacts that could give me more than enough information about what I was interested in. Then, it got even more personal. I’m not sure how the conversation got to this point but, it was strange because he’s a guy bringing up the hardships of women in the workforce. He initially said that when I achieved these things, that I would have to make large sacrifices to accommodate the responsibilities of my goals. I understand where he’s coming from. He was basically stating that I couldn’t have it all. Well, more like that women in high profiling careers could not have it all. I’ve read articles and discussed this with a few of my friends and there’s a big part of me that wholeheartedly disagrees with this. I might be the minority in this issue because there are a lot of hard facts that I can’t argue with. If you have the time, read this. It’s an article from the Atlantic and it’s basically asking women to stop disillusioning themselves that they can have it all. Well, let me tell you this. You can have it all. 

In our society, we’re told of what roles we’re suppose to play. What we’re suppose to like and what we’re suppose to dislike. That’s all grand and dandy because it helps weed out individuals away from specific things. This false identity evokes fear in people and in turn, it makes people that are truly capable and competent into incapable people. I understand that there are a lot of women that want to have a career, a marriage, a family, and everything that goes with it. I truly believe that it’s possible to have all of that without sacrificing your goals and aspirations. I sound like a naive punk right now but, why can’t you have everything you want? I might be too young and too dumb right now but, I’m not wrong. If you want it, you can have it. If not now, then change your attitude about it and you’ll attain what you want soon. I know that I’ll get what I want and I’m positive that if I can do it, so can everyone else.

While I have big goals, they’re nothing that I haven’t managed before. While working on the Hill, I’ve learned that you need a lot of luck, timing, and knowing the right people to accomplish the goals that you want to achieve. I really hate the system but, I can’t be a hate monger because I benefited from the kinks and screws of the beast. What can I say, I’m a beast.


I’m a Woman of Great Conviction

The other day, I was talking to one of my colleagues about the projects that I was currently working on.

  • Donna: So, I’ve been doing a lot of research on the dredging of this creek and it looks like we’re going to try to get some funding for it. Apparently, it’s only 8 feet deep right now and it hasn’t been worked on since the 1950’s. It’s too shallow for newer barges and they can’t fill their cargoes to their maximum potential.
  • Broworker: What the hell is dredging and why are you doing projects on creeks and harbors?
  • Donna: Oh.. well, I like it.
  • Broworker: You like projects like that? Don’t you like Foreign Affairs or Women Right stuff?
  • Donna: Those are all fine interests but, they don’t interest me. I like other things.
  • Broworker: What other things?
  • Donna: I like rocks.
  • Broworker: You like rocks… like, as in geology?
  • Donna: Why, yes. I also like earth materials.
  • Broworker: What are earth materials?
  • Donna: Rocks and earthly elements.
  • Broworker: You’re a strange girl.
  • Donna: Thank you.

My social interactions may be strange but, I enjoy the awkwardness and comfortableness it brings.

Some of the things that I’m working on are very interesting and very male-dominated. I’ve been going to a lot of briefings about sea ports, harbors, manufacturing, and military material affairs. At about 80% of those briefings, I was among the few women in the room. I guess I can’t say that I’m not use to that. I’ve been doing the all-guy-work-thing for a long time. So, it’s nothing new. One time, I went to a briefing about the U.S Army’s material and supplies planning budget and it was probably the most weirdest experiences I’ve encountered since I’ve been on the Hill. I was running late to the briefing and I stumbled into the meeting room and I basically felt out of place. I quickly scanned the room and the room was filled with military personnel in their formal gear. They all stared at me when I walked in. Thankfully, they had a usher and he seated me promptly. As I sat in the briefing, I looked around the room and noticed that I was the only girl in the room. All the Hill staffers that were in attendance were sharp, well-dressed, males.  I’m not going to lie, I felt a little uncomfortable. Thankfully, that feeling went away when the presenters were speaking about specific materials that I had knowledge about. It only got better from there. After the briefing, I talked to the presenters and asked them some questions about upcoming projects that the Army was implementing. I have to say that I did well because I’m still assigned to that area for my office.

Looking back at that moment, I’m not too anxious when I’m working on projects that are traditionally dominated by males now. I have to say that I feel like I’m more empowered to be in those situations because I know that I can perform even better than my cohorts. I’m not intimidated or disappointed about the projects that I work on. I actually have a great interest in them and I enjoy learning more about the projects that I work on. If anything, I try to have an open mind about things because it would be unfortunate to believe something before you actually tasted it. I’m not one to read a restaurant review and believe the food critic. Why? I believe that by doing so would lead me to live a false life. I detest being told what to like and what to love. This is where I get in trouble.

I believe thoughts like that get me in trouble and it makes people feel uncomfortable around me sometimes. It’s true that I live a ridiculous and unorthodox lifestyle but, you either go big or you can go home. I don’t think I would be who I am today if I didn’t think like that.


Are you dating the Brawny man?

Brawny man's girlfriend

So, it snowed in D.C.

I woke up and saw the snow. Then, I groaned. Actually, I was swearing during my entire walk to the metro and making an awful scowled up face. I was not a happy camper. When I made it to the office, I was hoping to grab my usual breakfast in the Rayburn cafeteria. Unfortunately, the cafe was closed. I went to the deli and there was an incredible line snaking out into the hallway. I finally get my bacon, egg, and cheese. I go to my office and my intern bro worker informs me that I have to give a tour in 15 minutes. Usually, I’m delighted to give tours and what not but, I’m hungry for my bacon. I leave my sandwich on my desk and greet my tour group. They were a cute family from Columbus, Ohio. The family was wearing buckeye gear and it was clear that they loved the football more than anything else.

I was not wearing Buckeye gear today. I am currently wearing my flannel that was made in Italy. I get a lot of jokes about it because it looks like the Brawny man’s flannel. Actually, the little girl from Ohio asked me if the Brawny man was my boyfriend because she said that the only reason I would have this shirt was because the Brawny man gave ot to me. I wish the Brawny man was my boyfriend. He’s a hot lumberjack and so up my valley.

Anyways, I give the family a tour and it ended up being 2 hours long. When I finish the tour, I go back to the office and I see my intern friends. He informs me that I have another tour this afternoon. It’s all good though. At least I got to eat my sandwich. It tasted like heaven.

I should probably get back to work.