The night shift is both a blessing and a curse. If I’m so inclined, I can get so much done. I have gotten quite a bit done. On those days where I was so inclined. Not so much on the other ones. And then there’s only such much you can do when other people aren’t around for input.
I have tried very hard to not check my work email from home during the day. All it does is stress me out and usually I can’t do anything about it anyway.
The hardest part has been trying not to get sucked in in the morning when everyone else gets in. The phone calls and emails start coming, and if I try to address them, I can’t get out the door. I purposely scheduled morning appointments a couple days this week to force me to leave. Otherwise it’s a 12-, 13-, 14-hour day.
I’m so ready for Friday. I hope I’m not too tired to celebrate.
Yesterday morning I left my safety glasses out on my desk, instead of putting them in a cabinet where I usually leave them. Wouldn’t you know it I got back in last night and they were gone. Bastards. Stealing shit out of people’s cubes.






