Today was my day off from work. Because the restaurant is still understaffed and we're all working about 7 or more shifts a week, I consider myself lucky to get one day off a week. Unfortunately, a co-worker had a personal emergency that required that the rest of us fill in his shifts, so today I worked the lunch shift on my day off. But I'm determined to believe that today WAS a day off (takes a lot of imagination, but I'm trying) and tomorrow will be my day off part two since I'll only work the lunch shift again. I'm imagining that my day off this week is taking place during pieces of different days.
I do feel for the co-worker who is going through a hard time right now, but the only part of it I can truly understand is the financial hardship he'll face since he's losing a lot of workdays this month. I don't know what it's like to lose someone close to you because I'm 40 years old and I've never experienced death in that way. People assure me one day I will. I guess that's true, but not if I die first.