Monday, October 13, 2003
Well it's t-minus nine days until I leave Northern California for southern Louisiana and I do have one regret: I missed gator huntin' season. Sadly, through poor planning and an illiterate hunting guide I missed the one month of the year (September) where Louisianans get to hook and shoot the chicken of the swamp.
So yes, due to a filing error and a well placed rufi, I managed to land a job in Baton Rouge, LA and will be heading out in my trusty Subaru shortly. After twelve years in the land of hi tech, sourdough and hot-tubbing, wine swilling complainers I'm headed to a state that has government issued "Choose Life" license plates and where housing location is sometimes measured by proximity to church (you do go to church, right?).
So yes, due to a filing error and a well placed rufi, I managed to land a job in Baton Rouge, LA and will be heading out in my trusty Subaru shortly. After twelve years in the land of hi tech, sourdough and hot-tubbing, wine swilling complainers I'm headed to a state that has government issued "Choose Life" license plates and where housing location is sometimes measured by proximity to church (you do go to church, right?).
