Those around you do care, sometimes more than they could ever hope to put into words.
I'll never forget those I knew who died deaths of despair. I could never put into words how much they meant to me in spite of the time I knew with them trying.
It's been over a decade and the pain is still there. I wish I could share my life with them, I wish I could show them how good things have gotten for us (the queer community), I wish I could show them how far I've come in life, I wish I could have seen how far they could have gotten, I wish they had reached out, I wish they were still here.
That's the dream really, for me currently I sometimes find myself getting an hour or 2 of OT at the end of my shift. Which blows.
Don't get me wrong I'm going to try to bend my schedule some more again soon so that maybe I could start aiming to get up by 5 am again as that was pretty damn nice when that was an option.
Getting up for work about 4ish hours before the shift starts is bliss
Edit: By getting OT at the end of my shift I mean I usually find out I'm getting literally as I'm trying to leave. It blows.
While I don't disagree with it being theft, it's not wage theft
They're different kinds of theft