The thing about vacation is that returning to work is a cold, cruel bitch.
You ease back in with a six to six, not jumping in for the twenty-four. Getting up for six fucking damn near kills you.
Spend the day doing the usual, catching up, cleaning up, working out, and responding to whatever calls your house catches. Then end of shift brings you to some residential house fire. You get there and you get in. The house is too far gone to really be going in, but reports have people inside. You and your buddy Ethan get the girl. You don’t feel too much like prince charming as you sit on the back of the bus getting oxygen back in you. You feel the light of a news camera, and that’s the resolution you keep and break. You keep to not being a dumbass by keeping to breathing, and you break by getting your God damn picture on the evening news for your girlfriend to see.