Change is constant

I wrote recently about my fight against the evil empire.

To be sure, we defeated them. The conference call then was the kind where you go into battle with all your armour and weapons, bristling for action. You present your case and then you just hear the chirp of proverbial crickets as the enemy acquiesces. But they don't fully acquiesce, do they? They never do. The enemy was feigning defeat, which necessarily implies strength.

The best enemies are surprisingly intelligent and crafty. If you gird yourself for battle, they will not stand against you. If you guard to the left, they will disappear and reform on the right. If you form lines during the day then surely, they will sprang into action after you have let down your armour and weapons, and will instead ambush you in the night.

They fought back craftily and in deadly secret. They turned allies against us and undermined our foundations. They whispered defeat into the loyal soldiers, who shuffled their feet uneasily and decided to defect.

Time to get a new fucking job. Goddamn, this shit is hard. I've got to get on Dice and Monster again. Wish me luck.