As a few of you may know, I’ve been under employ by the Federal Govenment for nearly seven and a half years now. I’ve been under the thumb of the United States Coast Guard (a subsidiary of the Department of Homeland Security) and their Uniform Code of Military Justice for far too long. I got into this gig so that I could save up money for college because I knew that I was horrible at doing it myself. I found out recently that I have the added benefit of being able to get a free ride to any Illinois public college on top of over $36,000 from the Montgomery G.I. bill. After all this time I’m coming out of the service with about 34 throw away college credits from the Coast Guard Institute, a free ride in college, and I’ll be paid to be a student.

Funny how some things work out. I mean, I’m pretty much set, the government is even moving me back to the Chicago-land area mid-November. I shouldn’t have to worry about anything, and most people would be more than willing to accept what I’ve been handed, so over seven years of my life in a job that I mostly hated shouldn’t be too great a sacrifice, should it? Nahh, probably not. I had a lot of spare time on my hands at work because my work load was designed for people far more remedial in their tasks than I am (on average, barring about 6 total months over the past 5 years, I was only working about 50% of the time I was at work and was one of the best employees who was constantly commended). Top off that nice career with 90 days of paid vacation (which I had to earn and save) you’d think nothing were wrong. Oh yeah, and I got a Coast Guard Achievement Medal.

That’s me in the middle, don’t I look pretty? With all these positive things you’d think it pretty strange that I’m generally in a bit of a funk, mildly depressed and fairly stressed out right now, but I am. I can’t put my finger on what it is either, which is really bothering me.

Anyways, so yes, I’ve never really liked talking about being in the military becuase it’s never something I’ve wanted to define me as a person, so let’s just move on. My last day was actually Friday the 2nd of November, but I hadn’t done much work at work for the past four weeks (well, technically I took one of those weeks off, so only three). So I decided what better way to celebrate than to do something I hadn’t done in about 10 years: go to Rocky Horror Picture show in a theatre. Apparently it’s only done four nights a year in St. Louis (though I haven’t seen it done anywhere else I’ve lived since I joined the military, so I can’t rightly complain) and I was lucky enough to get in on Friday night. I let my hair down (or up depending on your understanding) and decided to go all out. It was a fantastic evening and a great celebration. My wife Sara and I both got dressed up: her in grand vaudeville attire, and I as unconventional conventionest.

Fantastic night and a great show (although I wasn’t too big a fan of the actor who played Dr. Frank). Well, know I should be working on the magazine more, but, well, I just can’t do it. I’m in a rut. Sorry for anyone who’s waiting on it, hopefully it will be finished soon.