I surveyed my fellow passengers. The subway seemed bouyant, full of laughter and the relief of people leaving the work week behind. I felt a pang knowing that, whatever happened these next few nights, I'd be missing the party.
But I was wrong -- the party, as it turned out, came to me.
Riding back on this morning, with my post-shift giddiness, I scanned the solemn Monday morning faces. Are they concerned about the same things I was? Could they possibly enjoy their jobs as much as I do mine?