(anticip…)
I’m really not sure if it’s New York or Guy Fawkes Day. One nightshift all by itself is always a bit disorienting. Especially when you’re immediately trying to cycle back into daylight.
As usual, this meal could be breakfast, it’s pie, but it feels like breakfast, possibly tomorrows breakfast…although I believe I may have had yesterdays breakfast earlier today as well.
Still I am consoled by the knowledge that I am now off and have a week to recover recharge and perhaps orient myself in time and space.
As is the way of things, it will not be days of lazing with cocktails or reading quitely, but rather driving walking shopping and assorted frantic socialising. Generally it’s rod that I cut for my own back.
However I should have a further day of down time in which to commune with nature, or, perish the thought, play guitar.
As a shift worker in the land of Day people (that’s most of you) you learn to plan ahead or die. So – with my newly expanded coterie of friends released from their toil at the coalface of employment – I have tried to arrange hobbies around “days off”.
Since I set the pattern, you would think that would work.
However, since August: – I’m Ill, they’re ill, my shift changed, my shift changed back (too late now) , there’s been (another) accident, a major birthday (correctly) trumps all other plans, disorientation sets in (today? I thought that was tomorrow? oh this is Sunday..), no I actually am working… Say are you free in 2025?
I’d like to think my mental faculties are not too badly decayed by age (or mileage, or wine) – although I can’t say as much for my knees, but I’m certainly getting a lot worse at the nights to days to nights pattern that I’ve been employed for this last 3 decades.
I got the text at breakfast time; “colleague sick, please come in tomorrow”.
I can’t grumble, that’s the job, that why I get paid the “big bucks”. But I could taste that day off… and I’m unsure how many more breakfasts there are before tomorrow. I’ll pack one to take with me just incase.
Next(?) week on IaDL: Lunch, do you get second lunch?
Dalmallyfest the Asylum 