A little something to read. The world is a scary place. It will probably not make you laugh. Everyone's in a foul, hungover mood. My paychecks keep bouncing like they're printed on rubber.
People come late and leave early.
That is presuming they show up at all. And I realize now that I've lost it. I just want to quit. This is my last piece. Now there are the usual reasons for quitting like underappreciation, lack of respect and whatever.