I don’t even know why I’m typing this out. I’m probably gonna delete it before I hit post because it sounds insane and I don’t need people thinking I’m some kind of nutcase. I’m sitting in my rig right now, it’s almost 3 AM, and the heater is barely keeping up with the cold. My back hurts, my knees hurt, and I just finished a twelve hour shift only to find out I gotta pull another six because Steve called out again. Steve always calls out. And guess who gets to pick up the slack? Me. It’s always me. I’m fifty-two years old and I feel like I’m a hundred. Everything is a mess at home too.