I was a manager, too, for years, before I became… well, before I became what I am now. And yeah, I'd hear them, the young ones, scrambling for childcare, talking about the sacrifices for their kids, all while I was clocking out right on time, feeling this cold knot in my gut because I was *going home* to my own kid, and then later to my mother, and then later… I left work on time but I never actually *left work*, did I? And they'd look at me like I was lucky, I think, just for leaving. Lucky. The whole damn thing is just… it’s a sick joke, isn’t it? And sometimes I still laugh. What else can you do?