so i'm back from the bandwidth-deprived florida panhandle. although, besides not being able to gorge myself on the internet(r), the entire thing rocked my face off. despite its appearance to the uninitiated, mn's family is one huge dysfunctional wackiness. my favorite. things are a little different in southern families though. ask me about it in person, though, just in case there is anyone reading this who may be offended (or if anyone's reading it..). but we got down on wed and worked like fucking slaves until saturday when everyone and everything came together for a blowout feast and party. my mom was there too, so it was almost like my family reunion. she had a real good time too, which is cool.

i'm thinking of putting together an explanation of the whole mn's family reunion deal cause it's a great story, but i enjoy telling it so much that it might be better to do that than hand out business cards that say 'hear all about it on mnsbigassfamily.net' -- we'll see.

meanwhile, back in the real world, i'm employed. which is pretty cool. unfortunately i'm still quite in the dark about the particulars. yesterday was my first day, which consisted of me finding out what i'd be doing (though that took some detective work) and attending a (long) meeting called 'service delivery meeting'. it's the prototype for some new weekly meeting to see where everyone and everyproject is at so far this week. between those two meetings i sat at my desk practicing for when i'd actually be working (since before i can start some other people have to do some things ...) and waiting for my employment contract to arrive so i would know when the fuck i'm supposed to do this work.

well, after the ServiDel (i made that up) meeting it was well past 5 and i went to ask dood who is in charge of me immediately what was up with the contract business. he was like 'oh, yeah, not ready' which was cool, but when i asked what i was supposed to do until stuff was ready for me to work on, he was like ... 'don't come in, i guess' so wednesday i'm going in to sign the (this time it'll be ready, i swear) contract and then do question mark until thur at 1030 when i have my first ever conference call.

all in all, i'm very glad to be working and making money, but this job turned really quickly into a very dilbert-esque position. i'm not at all prepared for that. working at a nonprofit, to me, meant coming in wearing a hawaiian shirt and slamming out what i needed to slam out while listening to npr or some such. instead it's just like the corporate world. sigh.