So I’m blogging in Cafe Commons (basement of Mendoza) and I go to bathroom… It smelled so strongly of tacos. Not “processed” tacos, but freshly made, top-dollar, hot-off-the-grill steak tacos.
I have to believe that some faculty member is on a diet and has a bet with a coworker but could not resist a freshly prepared, high quality taco.
By the way, I’ve been listening to interviews for what sounds like the Chicago Wall Street Career Trek for the last hour. So fun to hear. I heard parts of 3 full interviews. They’re all like “Why leave Chicago? It’s where I’m from.” Which I totally get. One of the interviews (strangely both students) said “Yeah, you just gotta sell your soul.” Haha… Finance. *Shakes head with a smirk*