Excuse me, I think you have my stapler...

After what seems like eons of waiting I finally have a job! I am the new Office Manager for the Williamson County Convention and Visitors Bureau. Yes, I am aware that's the longest name for a company ever - especially since I have to say the FULL thing every time I answer the phone and add a snappy greeting, well at least my name gets added. The new job is in the heart of historic Franklin - a cutie pie town. Think Havana, FL then add modern shops and fun restaurants.

I find it somewhat hysterical that I work for the Visitors Bureau in a county I've lived in for only a month. People called in today with questions and I had to research every answer. I feel badly for this poor tourist who called: "Where's the vineyard?" Uhm...let's find out together shall we, I mumble under my breath as I quickly Google the answer. "Doesn't one of Brooks and Dunn own the vineyard?" Uhm..."I think I remember reading that." Who are Brooks and Dunn? Arg...why do I have to loathe country music so?

The Williamson County CVB (as those on the inside say) has never before had an Office Manager. This is both good and bad. It's good because I'm not compared to some former guru that could hula while simultaneously perfectly answering tourist questions and creating exceptional charts. It's bad because there is no answer. How do you transfer a call? No one knows. They've only had the phone system for a few short months. How should I order these items that are needed? No one has a great answer - no company cards, no company checks, no petty cash. It's all brand spanking new! I'm sure in a month I've have them all straightened out - that's what I do best. In the mean time I'll wade through the mountain of brochures that are on my desk.

There are several perks that come with the job. A major perk - I get to see all the touristy stuff for free. Also, when there's big events going on, I get to not be chained to my desk and go play with the rest of the town. Plus, I got to meet the Mayor and his staff today. He's kind of a big deal in these parts. Finally, I get to find out where all the stars live. This leads me to my golden nugget of information I got today. I LIVE LESS THAN 5 MINUTES FROM BILLY RAY CYRUS. I know! You're all jealous of me now. I get to rub elbows with the king of mullets.

One more thing to tag on from today - my new boss took me to lunch today. The place where we ate was an actual GROCERY STORE / RESTAURANT Combo. That's right, here in the heart of Williamson County, home of Christian Music and Country "Stars" you can pick up your groceries and have a decent lunch at the same time. Who has time to waste going to a grocery and then a restaurant? Silly city folk! You can get your snow shovel and your fried chicken platter and be back in your office within the hour. Now that's fine country living!

Pictures to come tomorrow - I forgot the camera today.