Organize, O toilers, come organize your might;
Then we’ll sing one song of the workers’ commonwealth
Full of beauty, full of love and health.
Organize, O toilers, come organize your might;
Then we’ll sing one song of the workers’ commonwealth
Full of beauty, full of love and health.
I’ve seen an elderly man working at the HEB I frequent. He looks frail. I wouldn’t want to be bagging groceries at his age.
Have you shopped eBay for used switches?
I’ve been attending a monthly men’s dinner organized through my church. The most recent occurrence, I almost missed because apparently the organization of the event transitioned from email to WhatsApp. I don’t have a WhatsApp account. There was no email about the move to WhatsApp. One person just happened to realize I hadn’t gotten the details and called to invite me. I was grateful somebody remembered me (at the last minute), but for weeks leading up, I kept wondering if it just wasn’t happening for March or if I were no longer welcome. I guess being an afterthought is better than being no thought at all.
About 6-7 years ago, I had a couple of close friends, but they got married and I did not. I’ve invited them to various events, but they have children now and usually decline.
I started learning Japanese recently. It’s made me realizehow sloppy English is with vowel sounds.
I would start to suspect my employers of bank robbery.