Three of us were supposed to go back to Camp Shelby yesterday. The flight was scheduled for 1245. I had some business to finish up, so I called the airline to change to a later flight
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and apparently lives in Florida. Which would explain a lot.
While driving home today, I got behind a silver Impala with the tag "SATAN." Wish I had a camera, then I would have pictures for you all. I'll keep an eye out, and maybe I will get a photo next time.
I didn't get the job at the PBS affiliate, but I was offered the possiblity of doing freelance work for them in the future. That's better than nothing. So, overall I am feeling pretty good about it.
I want to thank everyone who came out to my birthday party Saturday. I had a good time. Special thanks to Judah for getting me so drunk on Irish Car Bombs I couldn't make it out to the club.
Apparently we will be having more celebrations at some events in the next few weeks.
Well, I got an e-mail from my old boss. He decided to hire someone else. There is still hope. I have resumes out at a few other places, and I still look for new opportunities all the time. So, it is just a matter of time before I get one.