This could be the last blog.
Somehow muskie fishing doesn't mean shit when you are looking unemployment right in the face.
Been off since Jan 11th on workers comp with a back that's killing me from a job that I've been doing too long. Here I thought that my employer was being nice, only to find out that they are only doing this prior to dismissing me.
The hell with fishing. I have to worry about not having an income or benefits to cover my family. I have to start scrambling.
That's what I get for 30 years of busting my ass.
Adios.

D'OH!

It's TAYLOR....now you pissed her off too!

I apologize to any and all that I offended by using the "f-word" (gasp!). Sorry Beav, tell Tyler we say hi!

Thanks Slamr.
Talking to you was one of the highlights of the day.
Even better than talking to my doctor and my lawyer.
When this all sorts out, I might not need a job. I just have to accept it for what it is......bullshit intended to screw with my mind and piss me off.....too bad I let it work.
Thanks for being a REAL friend.

You have email, you have a voice mail, now you have an entry in your blog. Let me be your "Manager of the Quan". I suck at most things: catching fish, painting anything, fixing cars, etc., but I fucking rock at a few other things: being a good friend, a good partner to Nikki, and HELPING PEOPLE FIND JOBS.

To quote the movie Jerry McQuire:
Help me to help you.

Andrew/Slamr/AJ/ "the Manager of the Quan"