Happy Bday Handa

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
 Or walk with Kings-nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
 If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
 With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
 And-which is more-you'll be a Man, my son!

Got my salary

For the next seven days, you can find me in "Oly Pub"