I was scanning the headlines the other day when I came across some shocking news.
“Major cutbacks at Sandman Incorporated”
Across the nation, thousands of Sandmen have received their walking papers.
“All I got was this pink slip and a reminder not to let the door hit me on the way out,” says one disgruntled former Sandman.
“They said I was sleeping on the job. You try working the night shift, Bud!” screamed another newly unemployed sleep worker.
“I’m FIRED? I can put anyone to sleep anywhere, anytime. I’ve got skills, I tell ya.”
Thousands more Sandmen have seen reductions in hours, salary as well as benefits. Morale is down.
“I can’t believe you need a Master’s Degree to qualify for this flea bitten job!”
There has been talk of a merger with a popular over the counter sleep remedy.
The impact is great.
People everywhere are laying awake at night, wheels a turnin’, hoping their sandman will come. And, sometimes his arrival never comes. Apparently, there have been rolling Sandman blackouts in a feeble attempt to decrease spending.
Public outrage is intense.
“I have three kids under five! I can’t afford to have the Sandman skip my house.”
“Why don’t they outsource, Dam Gummit?”
“What about those unskilled workers? I mean, how hard is it to toss some sand around?”
On a positive note, all the media coverage has shed some light on a previously unknown world.
“You mean there really is a Sandman?”
“That’s sweet. How exactly do you land a Sandman gig?”
“Do they run a background check on these fellas?”
Needless to say, the Tooth fairy has been shaking in her boots.
Yep, things have been tough for some of our nocturnal magical creatures.
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