It's been a tough day, chickens. An old gent cussed me out for next to no reason, then to cap it off rang back and made the same complaint to a co-worker after he refused to speak to me (the nerve!), I have work out the whazoo, one of the staff is resistant to some improvements I want to make... and as we've already established, I have ailments. Ack. I could use a drink.
The closest thing to a remedy I have to hand right now is my boss's "80's Dance Fever!" CD currently playing in my computer. Rick Astley just promised me personally that he's never gonna give me up, he's never gonna let me down, never gonna run around or desert me, he's never gonna make me cry, never gonna say goodbye, never gonna tell me lies or hurt me. Now, on the advice of the Kane Gang, I'm respecting myself.