You know, I could care less whether or not. Why? Because I don't run my business to "compete" with anyone else.
Whoever is for the job, whoever is right for the job, is tight with me.
When I pull a job, it's right by me.
I hate the constant competition by desperate people.
You pulled your plugs and voted to go this way, and I, for one, despise, how far you'll go to get a gig.
This is a competitive business, just like any other.
But you ought to be a sister or a brother, seeking to gain a flag or a farm,
Or at least, still be warm,
Not cold, like a placid arctic sea.
Awaiting a storm from me?
Just awaiting a place in line,
Instead of sitting there to whine.
The business isn't kind, kind of cruel,
But you should crave the work, and not the gruel.