I’m going to work tomorrow on my day off. It’s only for a few hours but I feel that I’ve robbed myself of something by committing to this thing.

It’s entirely my choice.

Truth told, I’m mostly going in to spend some time with colleagues from the mirror shift that I can only see when either they or myself come in on off-days.

That part of me is excited. I’m looking forward to seeing friends that I rarely see. Yet that happy feeling conflicts with the fact that I need to go to work to make that happen.

Industrial society is a curious thing.