Bastards Compell Your Humble Narrator to Return to Work

Still feeling like week-old afterbirth, but the rotten conditions at work include the shitty rules governing people still under probation demand that I return to work, regardless of how I feel, or the fact that I am (quite likely) still contagious. This is going to be a very, VERY long night. But this is, after all, I realize, just God's way of reminding me that I should be doing something very different, very far from here.


And so it goes...