I hate Reno. Haven’t been in years.
But when your brother offers you a “You got fired, let’s go play golf for 3 days on my company’s dollar” trip, you gotta go.
Hope the hangovers are minimal on this crazy junket.
Today, I did the dreaded “go back to the place you worked for 12 years to get all your stuff given to you in a box” thing.
I waited till this week, mainly because I didn’t want to be the guy that everyone looks at weird-ly. That awkward “we’ll miss you” stuff while they look for a way out of the conversation.
Nope.
So I tapped my old bud Little Joe to come out and deliver. I’ll go through the box and itemize it in a later post.
It was a long process, but we found our man boy.
Unrelated, here's my son 2 years ago
Since I have a lot of time on my hands, and I haven’t gone on vacation yet….I decided to learn how to make a website.
I have a lot of plans for this thing, as part of my upcoming network of content. So while I assemble my team of webmice, BACK OFF
And thank you for everything. Your support is what is making this happen right before our eyes….
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