In honour of my new work schedule, I’ve decided to sing a little tune for y’all. It’s a Dolly Parton classic from the eighties, updated for the slightly more hectic modern age.

Maestro, if you please…

Tumble out of bed and stumble to the kitchen;
pour myself a cup of ambition,
and yawn, and stretch, and try to come to life.
Jump in the shower, and the blood starts pumping;
out on the street, the traffic starts jumping,

with folks like me on the job from six to nine.

Six to nine, what a way to make a living;
barely getting by, it’s all taking and no giving.
They just use your mind,
and you never get the credit;
it’s enough to drive you crazy,
if you let it.

They let you dream just to watch them shatter;
You’re just a step on the boss man’s ladder,
But you’ve got dreams he’ll never take away.
In the same boat with a lot of your friends;
Waitin’ for the day your ship’ll come in,
And the tide’s gonna turn,
and it’s all gonna roll your way.

Six to nine, for service and devotion;
you would think that I would deserve a fair promotion;
want to move ahead, but the boss won’t seem to let me.
I swear some-times, that man is out to get me.

Six to nine, they’ve got you where they want you;
There’s a better life,
and you dream about it, don’t you?
It’s a rich man’s game,
no matter what they call it;
And you spend your life
putting money in his pocket.

That concludes our musical interlude for this evening. Don’t let my medley fool you — I enjoyed my first official shift at the Snail. Earned myself nigh on thirty dollars for it, too! Which of course, I promptly spent on the second hardcover collection of League of Extraordinary Gentlemen. What do you want from me, it was Alan Moore’s 50th birthday yesterday! Can I not celebrate the man’s birthday? Sheesh!