Good morning, my darlings…
The gobshites are awake. The inbox is twitching. The headlines are already trying it. But so are you - and you’re stronger, sharper, and far more dangerous when well-rested.
You come from people who faced nonsense with a raised eyebrow and a full thermos. You carry the blood of those who survived blizzards, bad bosses, and centuries of weaponized mediocrity. You are not here to be polite to chaos. You are here to be precise, hydrated, and slightly unhinged in service of the greater good.
So drink your coffee. Stretch your spine. Slide into your armor — the petty one, the tactical one, or the glittery one, depending on the mood. Auntie’s already up, muttering in Gaelic and prepping the perimeter. You are not alone. You are not outnumbered. You are not here to make it easy for them.
You are here to make it impossible for them to ignore the truth.
Now go.
Be petty. Be kind. Be sharp. Be unbothered.
And if they try you before 9am, tell them Auntie said feck no.
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