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Lets hear it from people with difficult jobs.
Xaosgod who works ten to eleven hour shifts five or more days a week, and his buddy xaoschild who works the same if not more on the weekends due to mandatory shifts. On his feet the whole time.
spawnloser who gets his ass kicked NIGHTLY by tons of huge ass boxes and a big conveyor belt. On his feet the whole time.
kelly_bean and moi who, yes, sit around all day and deal with constant badgering from the old, the infirm, the idiotic, and the computer inept. Ever try to explain to someone how to correctly configure Outlook when the customer CAN NOT EVEN SPELL THEIR LAST NAME RIGHT ON THE FIRST FOUR ATTEMPTS? No. Didn't think so. Sure, we aren't on our feet, but it's still damn tiring.
nihilistanarch who goes to work every day at about six AM to make fucking candy for fucking candiasses around the world. Oh, did you happen to notice how close to Halloween it is? Bit of an upswing in business for the company. Yarp.
grimm who... well... I guess his job can't be THAT stressful. However, he worked very hard to make it that way, so KUDOS!
To all of you, from all of me, I give a big, phat, rabble rousing shout out of heroism and honor for not only doing what you do, but having the grace and will to not pollute the rest of our mediocre existences with constant whining about how hard you have it. My thanks for taking your lumps, schlepping your load, pulling your plow, bending your back, and moving ever onward with an almost Slavic stoicism and courage.
You, sirs and madams, are the ones who are ever grateful for a relaxing moment, for a nice sunset and a smoke, for a good game and a beer, and none of you, not one of you, take those moments for granted. Not with how you work. Not with how often. You, sirs and madams, you know, as Whitey Ford put it, What It's Like.
And you know that we all pull our weight. We all suffer with you. So lets fuck the bitching. Lets smile for a while.
You know?
Thank you, you salts of the earths, for saving your words for humor and wisdom, for every breath we take is marked and measured.
Xaosgod who works ten to eleven hour shifts five or more days a week, and his buddy xaoschild who works the same if not more on the weekends due to mandatory shifts. On his feet the whole time.
spawnloser who gets his ass kicked NIGHTLY by tons of huge ass boxes and a big conveyor belt. On his feet the whole time.
kelly_bean and moi who, yes, sit around all day and deal with constant badgering from the old, the infirm, the idiotic, and the computer inept. Ever try to explain to someone how to correctly configure Outlook when the customer CAN NOT EVEN SPELL THEIR LAST NAME RIGHT ON THE FIRST FOUR ATTEMPTS? No. Didn't think so. Sure, we aren't on our feet, but it's still damn tiring.
nihilistanarch who goes to work every day at about six AM to make fucking candy for fucking candiasses around the world. Oh, did you happen to notice how close to Halloween it is? Bit of an upswing in business for the company. Yarp.
grimm who... well... I guess his job can't be THAT stressful. However, he worked very hard to make it that way, so KUDOS!
To all of you, from all of me, I give a big, phat, rabble rousing shout out of heroism and honor for not only doing what you do, but having the grace and will to not pollute the rest of our mediocre existences with constant whining about how hard you have it. My thanks for taking your lumps, schlepping your load, pulling your plow, bending your back, and moving ever onward with an almost Slavic stoicism and courage.
You, sirs and madams, are the ones who are ever grateful for a relaxing moment, for a nice sunset and a smoke, for a good game and a beer, and none of you, not one of you, take those moments for granted. Not with how you work. Not with how often. You, sirs and madams, you know, as Whitey Ford put it, What It's Like.
And you know that we all pull our weight. We all suffer with you. So lets fuck the bitching. Lets smile for a while.
You know?
Thank you, you salts of the earths, for saving your words for humor and wisdom, for every breath we take is marked and measured.