It's a dog-eat-dog world, and I'm wearing milkbone underwear.
I'm having the kind of week where I feel like everyone wants a piece of me. I'm juggling major work projects and everyday challenges, trying to stay motivated. I love my job, but sometimes, I wish I was independently wealthy.
Even though there's no legal rank on a pirate ship, everyone recognizes you're the one in charge. Like the rock flint, you're hard and sharp. But, also like flint, you're easily chipped, and sparky. Arr!