It’s a decision, not a duty.

You have to love what you do, or you’ll hate yourself for doing it.

It’s a sacrifice tonight in order to relax tomorrow.

It’s time management and preparation. I came prepared to stay late.

It’s sending emails but receiving none.

It’s not optimal, but neither is coming early.

Some weeks are one or the other.

Some days are out of your control.

The plan we started with floated away like a balloon in the wind.

Though we came prepared, only half the work has been done.

We could only salvage a few hours.

Now it’s just dark rooms and silent hallways.

Turn on the podcast to fill the empty space.

Maybe do a little workout. Pace the room, waiting.

I do love my job, I really do.

The coffee shop is closed.

It’s just me and the wall mice tonight.