Please to have the weekend? Now?

Wierd. Week. That's all there is to it.

Just over two months into my awesome new job, I'm finally starting to feel my serendipitous leap into a new career is working. It's not that I ever had any hesitations about the job. It's just that I was concerned that, well, the job would have hesitations about me. But it's good now. I adore my coworkers, I'm starting to get really confident that I can figure this strange new world out, and I think I'm getting a handle on the most difficult part of all--grasping the nuances of a new corporate culture.

At least, that's what I thought, until the infamous Second-Ever Spring Break party. Here's the rundown: costume contest, buffet-style nachos and buffalo wings in an Irish pub, staged photos, conga line. I work at Dunder Mifflin, for reals. It's not that any of it was particularly surprising. It's just really difficult to ride the fine line between "let loose and have fun" and "trying too hard", especially when you're the new kid. Here's hoping I'll have it all adequately over-analyzed by the Third Annual event. Or at least that I'll be secure enough in my position to drink more.

Happy note: The Wars of 1812 are hosting their CD release party at the Varsity Theater in Minneapolis tonight. I'm an unabashed groupie. In addition to being refreshingly interesting and inspired as a band onstage, the whole lot of 'em are interesting and inspired as human beings. They'll be playing with Chris Koza and Jeremy Messersmith. I can say with real conviction that this is a show that is not to be missed. Join me?