Ah, Florida

Specifically, the panhandle of Florida. I went to visit my father last week, as I previously mentioned, along with Cpl. Wolves and Married Into Wolves. It was a good trip. We drove. Long drive, but a metric shit ton cheaper than flying.

Anyway, there was a defining moment when I knew I was in Panhandle Florida. We had just driven through Cantonment (pronounced Can-TONE-ment, for the uninitiated) and entered Century in Florida when I saw a dead raccoon on the side of the rode. I paid it no mind. And then Cpl. Wolves, who was riding shotgun as I drove, said, "That raccoon had an arrow in its side."

Ah, welcome to Florida, Panhandle style.

Sweet baby Jesus, another unemployment haiku

Yeah, I've been out of work for seven of the last nine weeks. Mostly, there haven't been any jobs. Got two, both short, but lately there have been projects and I haven't been selected. It sucks. Of course, that combined with my trip to Florida last week to see my father, Major Wolves (along with Cpl. Wolves and Married Into Wolves) gives us another unemployment haiku:

Went to Florida
Weather was good, beach was nice
Came home to no job.

Yeah, not perfect. Lately, there has been more project activity, but I still haven't landed one. Liquor store owners should be getting nervous.