I had this huge dinner last night before coming in to work. I made my favorite chicken dish, which of course means that I made a lot of it and then devoured half of what I cooked, while the roomies dived in on what wasleft likea pack of wild animals (or so I thought). I’m currently working on my first shift back on graveyard, after trying hard to kick myself back onto the night schedule.
The first ten hours have gone by without any real fatigue beating down on me, but as soon as the eleventh hour hit, I’m starting to have a little trouble keeping my eyes open and paying attention to what’s going on around me. So I know sooner or later that my head will loll back and I’ll drift off to catch a quick fifteen minute nap here and there, just like I tend to do when I just cannot stay conscious. I will mention, though, that it is kind of odd now to watch the sun rise as opposed to set. I’m used to going to work in the morning and watching the sun pass overhead until it sets and then I get relieved. Now, it’s the opposite: I get to watch the moon drift over the sky and then watch it set, while the DayStar comes out of hiding and blinds the everliving shit out of me. I’m supposed to be a night owl by nature! This isn’t like me… but I guess it’s true that the first grave shift back is always the most difficult.
If the subject line throws you, let me clarify a little bit: that’s what I’ve been eating all night.
o/~ Show me the way to go home. I’m tired and I want to go to bed… o/~
