Mark my words: It's friggin' over
Life is like a Cranberry Farms turkey dinner, or at least working at The Cavalier Daily is. Sometimes the turkey is dry or fatty or sometimes the turkey is not there at all. Sometimes the "biscuit" is a soggy piece of white bread and occasionally it is even cornbread. Much like a turkey dinner, The Cavalier Daily presents itself in changing states - just not on black plastic plates. Some days working at The CD feels like a top-notch bird, a warm buttermilk biscuit and perfect stuffing. Other days it's Pav food one buys but doesn't eat out of sheer disgust. But my friends at The Cavalier Daily make even the worst days fulfilling, wonderful days.