The flying pizza

So yesterday was my first official day of work. I took the metro to get to the headquarters, and while the weather wasnt too hot outside, the metro was a real sauna experience. At least it wasn't all too crowded, but i can't really say I'm happy to travel one hour on it every day starting from Monday. As the boss wasnt there, I was just informaly introduced to the workplace and an other intern working there Simona, and having some chitchat and the first office gossips with her. I hope my superviser will be flexible enough to let me work in other departments as well if needed, but somehow it seemed a bit rigid structure, we'll see. I work in the street parallel to the Vatican, can see the Pope's living quarters, and the huge line of people waiting to buy their ticket for the Sixtine Chapel. We had a reasonably nice lunch close-by, one of those tourist menus 8 Euros for a salad, a pizza, a coke and ice-cream. So rather a good deal in such a touristic place, but the plate being slippery and me being me, I managed to have a big slice just flying right towards the wall and land flat on the street. After that I was more careful cutting my pizza ;)
The swiss guards really do look... hmm.. artistic in their nice Michelangelo colourful suits, and seeing all this nuns and monks around just reminds me of my good old university building (where the only catholic theology faculty of Switzerland is).
Today I'm working on a university paper which i have to finish, and this afternoon we'll go to the Live 8 concert happening at the Circus Maximus for free with lots of italian stars I have no clue about, but I'm sure it will be fun.