I vividly remember you and Chris Slater (Larry's son?) bass-fishing on a Sega amid a sea of awful cubicles. One of you may have even been wearing hip-waders for that all-in effect. This was around the time I learned about the Minnesota Slap...the hard way.
Chris Slater is indeed Larry's son. Yes, there was bass fishing galore in that Dreamcast that Llew brought in. There was also House of the Dead. Nobody was wearing hip waders. And, yes, the Minnesota Slap is a thing of beauty
Fear and inability to focus or hold onto worth—you nailed it. Two years ago at the age of 58, I realized I was not interesting enough in my cover letter to Trader Joe’s for them to give me a call back. My Plan B turned Plan A withered. Eventually I was hired at Kaiser and I’m still in shock that it’s working out so well. Thank you for spinning your anxiety-hay into reader-gold. I have high hopes for your future!
I vividly remember you and Chris Slater (Larry's son?) bass-fishing on a Sega amid a sea of awful cubicles. One of you may have even been wearing hip-waders for that all-in effect. This was around the time I learned about the Minnesota Slap...the hard way.
Good to see you sharing your writing. ⭐️
Chris Slater is indeed Larry's son. Yes, there was bass fishing galore in that Dreamcast that Llew brought in. There was also House of the Dead. Nobody was wearing hip waders. And, yes, the Minnesota Slap is a thing of beauty
Fear and inability to focus or hold onto worth—you nailed it. Two years ago at the age of 58, I realized I was not interesting enough in my cover letter to Trader Joe’s for them to give me a call back. My Plan B turned Plan A withered. Eventually I was hired at Kaiser and I’m still in shock that it’s working out so well. Thank you for spinning your anxiety-hay into reader-gold. I have high hopes for your future!