Greetings from Soviet Massachusetts!

Oh, we haven't gone communist. Hell, some parts of the country think we already are.


Nay, I have been musing about the rather Soviet existence that we live these days. Our peak season is over, even as peak season in the retail world begins.

2022 was rather successful, and this year I had hoped to make enough to even take some real time off this winter and putter around Florida for more than a few days. Spring Training was rather high on my 'bucket list'.

But it's all come crashing down. I worked fewer days. I dispatched more days. (No tips.) and given the "dynamic pricing" on the tour now, we didn't even know how much it costs to ride the trolley any given day.

So much so that many of our online reviews referred to it as "price gouging" and a "scam".

I got the attendance bonus, but that money is already spent, and we're no better off than we were last week.

Eat. Sleep. Work. Repeat.

I am looking for more hours this winter, but a place I thought I had caught on with is now ghosting me, and I don't even have a confirmed start date yet, three weeks in. It's time to move on.

I might be raving these days, but not the way Moby intended.