I work in production. For those who don't or never have worked in production, it's tough. It's very demanding physically. Beating yourself against the machine, like John Henry. And so often it feels like I'm going to die... either physically or emotionally.
But this post isn't about what I do. It's what others have done... and continue to do.
It's about what others have given up.
It's about what I owe those who have sacrificed.
I'm grateful for the day off.. but I'm more grateful for the choices I have that so many don't.