“I remember once being on my last day of work before going on leave. It was a Friday, and some stuff went down, so I had to finish late. It bothered me because, in my mind, I imagined myself clocking out at 5 p.m. and celebrating. I was pretty burned out at that stage, too. I left work at about 7:30 p.m., and my partner picked me up with an open beer in the car. It was just the best.”
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