Fishy Job

Well, I guess maybe I could call myself a professional vacumer. The first day on the job I sorted trays of fish eggs, and by sorted I mean that I vacumed the dead ones out. That night I dreamt of fish eggs. The next day I took fish out of nets, alot of fish. There were six nets and in one net there were 180ish chubs, not to mention the trout. I picked scales off of my hands hours after I was done. Today on the job, I went out on the lake and drove a boat around and looked for fisherman to interview them, then I put up electrical fences. Sometimes I just wish I would touch it to get it over with, because I am living in fear of that first accidental touch. All in all, it's been pretty fun and I love the guys I work with, they always have a story about something.

Get it?

"M R ducks"
"M R not"
"M R so, C M wangs"
"L I B, M R ducks