Still Alive! I've officially finished my first four days as a day shifter. This is a basic run-down of my typical day.
2200: go to bed.
0030: wake up. Look at the clock. Curse and go back to sleep.
0230: wake up. Look at the clock. Curse and pee before going back to sleep.
0430: wake up. Look at the clock. Curse. Sleep.
0545: alarm goes off. Grumble, brush teeth, pee, shower, dress.
0630: leave for work. Curse as I scrape off windows. Send mental love to Ken for buying me a car with ass warmers.
0700: clock in. Feel like a rookie student as I try to remember the things I'm supposed to do at the beginning of the shift. Try not to look tired as everyone asks how I'm making the transistion. Resolve to wear make-up tomorrow to look a little more "with it."
0900: break. As an evening shifter, I always made fun of the dayshifters for taking a break and a lunch when all we got was a short lunch. But dammit, when break time rolls around I'm hungry and in need of caffeine. If I have to follow the leader and take a break with my new coworkers to get it, so be it. Besides, one doesn't make friends by bucking the trend during their first week.
1130: lunch. I've just eaten two hours ago and I'm not hungry. However, the state of IL has decreed that lunch must be taken within five hours of the start of the shift. That means I eat. Luckily, I've already made plans to swim in the mornings after the first of the year and go running after work when the weather hits 50 degrees. That means I'll have to sucker someone into biking with me and I'll be set for tri training.
1530: end of shift. See the evening shifters roll in, shoot the shit with them before leaving. I really miss them. They're such a fun group.
1600-1730: This should be my writing time. This has been, however, my xbox time. This will need to change soon, since I need to get that story finished and I'd like to get my book finished by the end of the year so I can get started on another book.
1730-2200: read, watch tv, and hang out with Ken. And then the cycle begins again.
I can't help feeling like I'm in school again, with learning new stuff at work, being tired, and hanging out with Ken of an evening. I feel like I mesh well with the department, and I know I made the right decision, but it's going to take a while before it feels natural.
Ken has decided to switch jobs. Even though it's a longer drive and less pay, it's a good move. He hates his current job, and he's noticebly happier knowing he'll be outta there in a month. Ah, the winds of change.
1 comment:
It's funny reading this, I had the same feelings 5 years ago when I came to days. Everyone having to go to break together still feels retarded.
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