motherwolf

One thing you learn, working in an ice rink, is that things will not last.

How long will they last?

They'll last until the first spoiled bastard, who's having a bad day because mommy
didn't cut the crust off of his peanut butter and jelly sandwich, walks in the door, or
when that drunk/drugged fellow employee forgets what he's done in the past and once again
grabs one too many cocktails and fucks shit up.

General wear and tear is a full time job on it's own, throw in malevolence, temper tantrums and blatant ignorance
and I might as well work for the government.

Hope you're all having a warm and cuddly day, if not here's a hug from someone who knows how to put love and patience in em.

Peace, warmth and joyous pandemonium.