What are you reading this weekend?

Happy Memorial Day weekend.

It’s been so long.

Almost a month.

There’s a reason for it.

Not a head down, ass in seat reason.

But a working in a warehouse to make money reason.

I’m up at 4:30, put in an 8 hour shift, and by the time I get home I’ve moved ten to twenty tons of material across a hard concrete floor from one spot to a loading dock.

I’ll be replaced by a robot when this company decides to modernize.

The side effect of the schedule is zero energy.

None.

By the time I get home, I’ve got six hours to fill before I can’t keep my eyes open.

I have one hour from the time I get off until the other people in the house get home.

Then it’s “Will you play baseball with me?”

Or

“Do you want to play basketball?”

It’s tough to say no to those requests, because they will only last one more year.

Maybe two if I’m lucky.

Then it’s make dinner, and eat, and clean up.

By seven, all I can do is sit on the couch and wonder where the day went, where my energy went, and what the hell is happening.

It’s all for a reason.

And though the “why” of it is important, the reality of it is giving me a perspective on the working poor that few get.

Because working for a living is tough.

This is all part of the whole applying for a corporate job, and only being able to get hired at a warehouse here.

I understand why.

Part of it is a myth.

There is no great resignation, that’s just a…