See You On The Flip Side

I think they call it the graveyard shift because it damn near kills you.

I've been working the third shift this week to cover for a peer on vacation. It's slow, uneventful, and tiring. I get home between 5:30 and 6 am, cook something for breakfast, eat, and go to bed. Then I sleep all day long not to wake up until two o'clock in the afternoon so I can sit around the rest of the day. What's more, I have found the more free time I have to do whatever I want, the less I actually do.

Oh sure, I hear you, "Man, if I had all day to do whatever I wanted I'd get so much done." All I have to say is that lasts all of two days, then the hours catch up with you, and all you want to do is prepare your mind and body for another grueling match against the clock.

There was a time when I enjoyed the third shift, and it wasn't so long ago. However, I believe now I was attempting to make the best out of the situation. But granted, there is a curve of getting accustomed to the hours and it gets a little better after a couple of weeks. Nonetheless, the daytime sit-around-all-day syndrome prevails even still.

I'll be glad when this week is over and I can get some real sleep.