The passage of time here is punctuated and segregated into periods of Safeway deli life and getting lost in the expanses of free time in between. What a schedule is, I'm not sure since week-to-week I am kept on edge, unable to plan for any event unless asking for days off first. Chances are, of course, that I won't be on the schedule anyway, since I am at the bottom of the totem pole. I pick up slack.
And in a way, I'm glad.