Stepping Out of the Roster Room Empty Handed

Dear Delyara, I did something entirely massive for my own mental health at the end of my shift this morning. I walked straight past the duty manager's glass office, looked directly at the clipboard holding the weekend overtime logbook, and kept walking out the front doors without picking up the black pen. For years, my entire sense of human value has been tied to how much sheer exhaustion I could physically endure, constantly breaking my own schedule just to prove I was useful. Standing on the quiet train platform today with the cold morning wind hitting my face, I felt a deep, muscular wave of pure self-respect wash over me. My rest doesn't need to be earned anymore. ​How does this look for the layout? If this matches your system perfectly, we are ready to roll out the big batches!