Have you ever had one of those moments where you slam your laptop shut, march into your boss’s office, and yell, “I QUIT!”—only to wake up the next day thinking, Wait… what have I done?
Well, that was me last week. In a fit of pure rage (and maybe a little too much caffeine), I quit my job, grabbed my micro fly rod and reel, and decided that life as a full-time angler was my new destiny. I mean, who needs deadlines when you have a mini spinning rod and reel and a peaceful lake, right?
Spoiler alert: I should have thought this through.
Step 1: The Grand Escape to Fishing Paradise ��
Feeling like the main character in a dramatic movie, I stormed out of the office, drove straight to the nearest fishing tackle store, and spent an irresponsible amount of money on:
✅ A new rod and reel—because what’s a career change without an equipment upgrade?
✅ A mystery tackle box pro bass kit—because surprises are fun… sometimes.
✅ A must-have fishing supplies bundle—because, clearly, I was now a professional.
✅ A must-have fly fishing tools set—because if I was going to live the fishing life, I needed ALL the gear.
Stocked up and feeling smug, I headed straight to the water.
Step 2: The Reality of My “New Career” Hits Hard ��
I pictured myself peacefully reeling in trophy fish, but reality had other plans. First, my brand-new mini spinning rod and reel got tangled in some bushes. Then, my mystery tackle box ice kit (which I definitely didn’t need in warm weather) fell into the lake.
And, to top it off, I had forgotten my offshore fishing rain gear, and—of course—it started POURING. Not just a light drizzle, either. A full-on monsoon. I was drenched, my nor’easter fishing apparel was doing absolutely nothing, and my grand fishing escape was turning into an absolute disaster.
Step 3: The Existential Crisis at the Nearest Fishing Tackle Shop
Defeated and soaked, I dragged myself to the nearest fishing tackle shop near me for a morale boost.
Me: “Hey, do you guys sell life advice?”
Shopkeeper: “Uh, no… but we have a sale on monofilament gill nets.”
Fantastic. Nothing like a good monofilament gill net sale to make you rethink your choices.
Step 4: Realizing I Might Have Made a Huge Mistake ��
As I stared at the fishing gear aisle, reality hit me like a rogue fish to the face:
My mystery ice fishing tackle box was useless in 80-degree weather.
My must-have carp fishing gear didn’t even match the fish in the lake.
My old fishing lures and tackle were more effective than the overpriced new ones.
My boss was probably laughing at my dramatic exit right now.
Maybe—just maybe—quitting my job in a rage wasn’t the genius move I thought it was.
Step 5: Swallowing My Pride (And Maybe My Words) ��
So there I was, standing in the north east tackle shop, dripping wet, holding a must-have bass fishing gear set I didn’t actually need, and wondering if my company had already deactivated my email account.
What if I just… went back?
After a deep breath (and a regret-filled glance at my mystery tackle box freshwater), I did the unthinkable:
�� Me: “Hey, boss. So, about yesterday… Hypothetically, what would it take to get my job back?”
�� Boss: “An apology… and maybe some fresh fish.”
Final Verdict: Fishing Is Amazing, but So Is Having a Paycheck ��
Look, fishing is incredible. Owning the best no.1 fishing tackles and visiting the nearest fishing tackle store to browse new gear is pure joy. But… so is paying rent.
Lesson learned: Fishing is best enjoyed as a hobby, not as a knee-jerk reaction to work frustration. So, for now, I’ll keep my job—but I’m keeping my must-have bass fishing gear too. You know, just in case I need another dramatic escape someday.