Today is my father’s birthday, turning 50. By sheer coincidence I’ll be working 4PM to midnight today, the same shift he used to work when I was a little kid and the reason why I almost never saw him for a few years (I went to school and he was already gone for work when I arrived home). Now I’ll be working that shift on his 50th birthday - even if I did want to be there for him, I wouldn’t, because I’m working. I find that darkly poetic in a way.
