Crushing the Pandemic® Day 169
It’s Labor Day Weekend.
What a great moment to celebrate those who have firebombed a trail for today’s rockstars, ninjas and Captains of Crushitude™
Our ability to manhandle multiple slack channels at once was made possible by the brave men and women who grinded before us—from the farmhands who rocked the #PlowLife 24/7 to the sweatshop seamstresses who pursued their passion on the front lines of haute couture.
So few understand this sacrifice, lazily sliding into the long weekend like a sloth on benzos. Thinking that 8 months of half-assery have somehow entitled them to three days of overcooked burgers and soupy potato salad.
Sad!
If you’re gonna gas up the grill, at least show some respect to the CrushKings™ and CrushQueens™ who set the table for your good fortune. They deserve a better homage than a couple of limp wieners wrapped in wonder bread.
Me? I’ll be knee deep in Photoshop all weekend long, smashing pixels and blasting my Instagram game into the next stratosphere. But I’ll still find time to fire up some surf and turf that would make our ForeCrushers™ proud.