One of the things I won’t miss about retail is the damnable scheduling. Sunday is a poor substitute for Friday. The majority of the people I know hold to a Monday through Friday work week and wonder why us retail hacks aren’t able to do things with them. I’ve been doing this way too long to lose any sleep over this anymore and I try to make the best of it.
Today was the end of six days of increasing silliness and strangeness and a few days of being mildly and weirdly (for me) sick. I’m not sick sick. But I am sick. I don’t know what to say other than some mysterious GI-something-or-other. Oh well. I’m swigging the ginger brew again tonight. It’s tasty and not sweet and it’s appealing, whether or not it actually does anything good for me other than making me less queasy.
So tomorrow I have to do some banking and then I must sew together the 46 squares needed to make the seasonal palette top big enough. What a silly thing.
So it’s time to pay the taxes and pay for the car’s license renewal. Such exciting grown up stuff. I bet faeries don’t have to do either of those things.
So here’s the bit of something from Quote Box:
I believe that man will not merely endure: he will prevail. He is immortal, not because he alone among creatures has an inexhaustible voice, but because he has a soul, a spirit capable of compassion and sacrifice and endurance. The poet’s, the writer’s duty is to write about these things. … The poet’s voice need not merely be the record of man, it can be one of the props, the pillars to help him endure and prevail. — William Faulkner, Nobel Prize Acceptance Speech
