I'm working in New Orleans now. My second project in AmeriCorps NCCC, working with Green Light New Orleans installing CFLs in homes and doing independent service projects nearly every day because I need 80 hours of those. Almost there with 68!
Project one was painting cabins and working for the Boys and Girls Clubs for eight weeks in Jackson, MS. Middle of nowhere, in the woods, attacked by wasps and a weird skin rash, damn plastic mattresses, "see them clouds? it gowna rain", cleaning up the mess left by a tornado, !!! But wait, it was a good time too! The team bonded, we tye-dyed some shirts, celebrated some birthdays, watched movies (even though it was an hour drive to the theater), did the stanky leg, I jumped in this gross lake (which is probably where the rash came from, it covered half my body and itched like mad; took two weeks and a $40 cream that they mixed up at a local pharmacy to get rid of it), and I actually enjoyed the painting the cabins (even though it was a clashing combo of grey walls and caution-cone orange windows). Shit, I had an awesome time in retrospect. I have no want to ever go back to Jackson, however.

New Orleans is awesome, and I think I'm addicted to coffee. Damn 6am PT and oftentimes 11 hour work days. Whatever.
Zen mind, zen body please. (: