Report From A Northern Outpost

Another restaurateur wants to sing along and bitch:

For what it’s worth, I can join your group of operators in despair with what has become a daily struggle. Tax season was a bear; I can only look forward to a slow, hot, summer with hopes of economic improvement. These are tough times, and vendors quickly pass their added costs on, while it becomes nearly impossible for me to do the same. Do I sound like I’m whining? I really don’t mean it that way; think of it more as a report. I have accepted the reality of diminished profits. I just want to sustain. I, too, prefer anonymity, but only because I already bear the continual burden from some of my cut-throat competition extending falsehoods about my impending doom.

Dang, this is getting really depressing. I think I’ll change the subject.