Everyday get up early.
Everyday get done late, and then later.
The ride across the bridge is charged by whatever your day had in store for you.
I feel like I can remember every single job I ever did as an art handler.
I can ask my friends from work, and we can piece together a job at a time, weaving
jobs into days, weeks into years and the gaps get filled in with the bullshit
and jokes that make this job special.