Twenty weeks.
Twenty weeks of pure bliss. 
Bliss and fish that is.
Twenty weeks ago I was laid off.   Not a victim of the economy and lack of work mind you, but rather a beneficiary.

That has now come to an end.  Tomorrow I start a new job. 
Our society mandates it. 
Our society requires it. 
I got a taste of retirement. 
I can't retire just yet...but someday, someday.

I fished my butt off and had a blast. 
I met some new friends and had a chance to fish and share with them. 
I fished more in the last twenty weeks than I've ever been able to in my entire life. 
I loved every minute of it. 
I caught big fish...
I caught little fish...
and fish in between,
the good eaters.

If this new job doesn't work out for me...
then I think I'll just stick to fishin'!

I get up at seven, yeah
And I go to work at nine
I got no time for livin'
Yes, I'm workin' all the time
It seems to me
I could live my life
A lot better than I think I am
I guess that's why they call me
They call me the working man
They call me the working man
I guess that's what I am
I get home at five o'clock
And I take myself out a nice, cold beer
Always seem to be wonderin'
Why there's nothin' goin' down here
Well, they call me the working man
I guess that's what I am

Tight lines.
I just want to fish!
Wish me luck.
Fish on, fish H8 me.



Ludovic said...

Good luck for your new job! :) You must pay for your paradise !

WildFisherWoman said...

Wish there was an option to select "dislike" but good luck!! Now its back to being a weekend warrior. Its not so bad... Will
Miss all the constant updates..