I used to always say that five days in the office is a shitty week. By my own definition then, I have put myself into a position where most of my weeks are apparently shitty weeks.
This week is not a shitty week, by that same definition, because I got out of the office to head to a hatchery, with a colleague, to talk about fish health.
And on the way back, we had an opportunity to stop in at another hatchery, one I’d never been to, and spend some time chatting with the hatchery manager who, as it turned out, sat through a workshop with me some years back.
