6:15 AM. I leave for the mail trail in a few minutes. My 6th and final day of work for the week. "One day off isn't enough" is a common saying among us carriers. I don't know how it is for them, but it feels like life is slipping away. All were given is time, and once it's gone it's gone. It's a conscious sacrifice though. I can quit anytime I tell myself.
At 50 years old I look back on my schooling days. The designers intended them to prepare me for a lot of things. One of them was to wish away my time. To prepare me for factory work.
They still do that, but the factories are gone. I often wonder what's going to come of it.
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