I miss my friends. Not just, like, conceptually—I genuinely miss *them*. But my 9-to-5 crew, man... they just don't get the whole shift work thing. "Let's do dinner Thursday!" they'll say, and I'm like, Thursday? I could be sleeping, or starting a 12-hour, or getting off one. It's like trying to sync a busted clock to Big Ben—just never gonna happen. And then my mum calls, another bad day, and I feel like such an arse for not being there, for not even being able to see my mates when I'm here. It's just... flat.