Well, it had to happen sooner or later. Work sat me down today and asked that I put in an actual 40 hours/week (monkeybutts!).
Well sold our home on Friday, and we’ll close mid September. We also have an offer on another home we have, but they buyers have a high-rate mortgage company (I don’t count the $ with them till they’ve handed it to me at the closing table!).
Anyway, so, yeah, I gotta work 40 hours now! That’s not right. Nope, not right at all.
A few more weeks, and I’m in my truck, pullin’ the ol’ Ranger down Virginia way.
Maybe I’ll just get a job with the ol’ folks… You know, “hello, welcome to Wal-mart” and such.
A little vest with simley faces on it, a Wal-mart/FLW hat on. Oh yeah, I can see it now!
40 hours has always given me gas. 40 tends to shorten the fishing day as well.
Maybe tomorrow I’ll have all that I can handle and just give’m my official “adios,” drive up by Ma & Pa Slop Bass and fish till my wife makes get down to VA.
Thanks,