When I got to work today, everyone was in a tailspin about upcoming hours changes. Obviously, the end of the world is coming, and everyone’s going to be miserable.

What else is new?

I suspect nothing whatsoever will change, and everyone will still be miserable.

At the rate we’re going, I’ll wind up having to find something else, anyway.

The only problem? Well, there’s just not a lot of “else” around here, anymore. Most of our classified ads pertain to the fine opportunities in the national guard, or over the road trucking.

You know that feeling of hoping that someday, eventually, maybe something will pan out?

**Sigh.**