I squeeze into the subway in the morning to get to work. Half the people on the whole car are dragging suitcases—you can tell right away they’re going out to play. I’m carrying a bag and going to work overtime.

For the National Day schedule, my turn came up. Triple pay—worth it. But after calculating that triple, it still doesn’t make up for the fraction I lost in my account over the past two days.

So, in the end, my overtime is to replenish stock, replenishing stock is to lose money, and after losing, I keep working overtime. This cycle—I can even see the joke in it myself.

And hey, to the guys who also work overtime during the holidays: if you see the tip button below, click it and treat us nonstop workers a little.