Blogger is acting up.
Today already feels like it is going to be one of those days.
Every time I web surf or see a political poll, I find myself feeling extremely pessimistic.
Halloween is approaching, and the world is frightening - not in a good way.
I do not wish to go off to work, but I must. Earning a living is still my necessary duty.
And so off to the battles with management and the battles with the teenage slacker staff, and the battles with the customers.
We who actually do the work shall proudly bear our wounds from this day to the ending of the world.
We shall be remembered- we few, we happy few, we band of workers
And those still now-a-bed Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not there,
And hold their persons cheap whiles any speaks that worked with us upon Saint Crispin's day.
(with apologies to Will S.)