Way back, my posts discussed what would happen if I tried to improve my working life. Now I know what happens. Of course what happens is strictly because of business and economic expediency, but my exit may be speedier than even I, imagined.
When the wrath of wages (or lack of them) hits, I shall still be standing. The Rock of Ages has a firm hold of me.
Just as long as no seaweed tangles round my feet in this imaginary world of watery repercussions. I can't stand the stuff.
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