At Least I Saw the Sun Rise

After my eight weeks at The Red Cross, I have to assume that the organization is always in transition. This period that was only supposed to last through July is still having major effects on the way the office is run. We FINALLY got a new executive director and a disaster services specialist. My new superivsor is my old friend Holli Maxwell from Camp Sumatanga. It's already been so much fun seeing her around the office, and we haven't even done anything yet.

If this past week had a highlight reel, here's what it would include in some sort of musical montage.
Monday: Wesley sitting on the floor after hours comb binding 16 participant manuals for Disaster Assessment and then going to the class that the books are for until 8:30.
Tuesday: 2/3 of my roommates finally move back in!
Wednesday: My first meeting with the Hispanic Services Coalition discussing combating the new anti-immigration legislation in Alabama.
Thursday: Teeth cleaning!!!!!!!!!! And hanging out with too many people when I all I wanted to do was sleeeeeeeep. It was important to see Martha and Sarah one last time before they begin their Americorps (and formerly Americorps) jobs out west.
Friday: Here a small bit showing the comically antagonistic relationship between the old man volunteer receptionist, Doug, and myself. The best dinner of all time with Abby and Alyce followed by a regular golfest with roommates and visitors.
Saturday: The end of Arrested Development and Angels in America along with striking a show I wasn't in. All of the sudden, it would be 4 am four Wild Blues later, and someone thinks it's a good idea just to wait to see the sun come up at 6 before going to bed.
Sunday: A sleepy afternoon watching Scott Pilgrim vs the World with Chris, a beautiful yet hot picnic with Alpha Psi Omega, and some True Blood and stone baby bonding with my brujita favorita, Sarah Icandobadallbymyself Langcuster.

Now I am just trying to not think about a nap this afternoon since I have the first of two client casework classes from 6 to 9. Then there is the first Pink House party of the year from which I will be making the earliest and most sober of departures.