T'was the night before the first day of the rest of my life...

Last night I felt like a kid the night before the first day of school. Mental checklist: new shoes (check), new trousers and shirt (check, check), notepads and pens (check, check), new back with an umbrella and a water bottle (Cheeeeeeeeccck). I guess I should say that my wardrobe and complimentary accessories for the next month are courtesy of the Olympic committee. Came all this way and now I get to keep the clothes! Quite literally, I will be covered, head to toe, in Adidas. I do not mind at all, I love Adidas.

Today, waking up bright and early to the sounds of a boiling kettle, birds chirping, a gentle summers rain, and the mixture of police sirens and hungover party people stumbling home after a Thursday night out (oh, the faint college memories...), I start my first official day at the Olympic Park. Up until now, I have had the honor of venturing to various locations and meeting so many interesting people that I feel like I have already been working since the moment I exited Heathrow. However, it wasn't considered official until I donned the purple, neon-orange, and tan uniform. Gone are the days of black slacks and button tops. So, here I am in possibly the sexiest uniform of all time!

Shazaam!