Sometimes I’d rather work by myself. No counter person, no helpers, No coworkers. Just the revolving door of total strangers and familiar faces. Not having to be cooped up with the same people all the time. Seeing the same tattoos day in/day out. Maybe it’s the hermit/introvert in me coming out into my professional life, or I’m at my wits end with stupidity. On the other hand…that could be boring. It could be maddening. It could just make me not want to talk to anyone ever. My personal productivity could go to an all time high though. Oh well. Back to work!
I’m with you in Rockland Where you bang on the catatonic piano the soul is innocent and immortal it should never die ungodly in an armed madhouse
People with gimmicks; I don’t like them.