Baaa
So I've been working the late night shift (11pm-7am) at work now for a few weeks. I actually volunteered for it and really enjoy it as it's a unique opportunity. Sure, the daytime shift is when all the cool and six-figure people work, but to hell with them. The midnight shift sports about half the personnel of the dayshift, so with lower overall numbers and all other things being equal, there are fewer assholes and idiots as well. This is a good thing.
My work location consists of two buildings, a manufacturing building and an administration building--I work in the latter. During the midnight shift there are three people in this building...three. Myself, a label printer, and a janitor. As opposed to the daytime, when there's about 80 people here. People who think an awful lot of themselves. People who annoy me. People who get in my way and prevent me from doing a lot of my work on time.
So when my supervisor was saying something a couple months ago about needing AS/400 support for the late shift, I volunteered on the spot. Not only are there less assholes and dumbasses (see earlier), there is very little computer useage during this time so virtually no computer support is needed. This in turn allows me an uninterrupted 8 hours of doing nothing but getting my shit done. It's great. Plus, no managers or supervisors are around (especially in this building) to bug me and demand assistance in reading their e-mail. I've struck gold.
Anyway, the whole point in telling this story is to explain my situation today. Evelyn, the daytime computer operator, has decided to take today (Friday) off for a three day weekend. Lo and behold, as I'm on nights and the low man on the totem pole, I get to work this weird ass 5am-2pm shift today. Yes, it majorly screwed up my sleep so this weekend will probably be slept away so I can come back Sunday night at 11pm. Pretty much my entire sleep cycle and pleasantness of my weekends depends upon Evelyn's whims now, as she has seemingly three months of vacation time to take every year. She is such a frickin' hard hater. Hard.
Anyway I gave the goat a washin' yesterday. Soon as I figure out how to post pics (aka when I'm on nights again) I'll try to throw one up. Peace.
My work location consists of two buildings, a manufacturing building and an administration building--I work in the latter. During the midnight shift there are three people in this building...three. Myself, a label printer, and a janitor. As opposed to the daytime, when there's about 80 people here. People who think an awful lot of themselves. People who annoy me. People who get in my way and prevent me from doing a lot of my work on time.
So when my supervisor was saying something a couple months ago about needing AS/400 support for the late shift, I volunteered on the spot. Not only are there less assholes and dumbasses (see earlier), there is very little computer useage during this time so virtually no computer support is needed. This in turn allows me an uninterrupted 8 hours of doing nothing but getting my shit done. It's great. Plus, no managers or supervisors are around (especially in this building) to bug me and demand assistance in reading their e-mail. I've struck gold.
Anyway, the whole point in telling this story is to explain my situation today. Evelyn, the daytime computer operator, has decided to take today (Friday) off for a three day weekend. Lo and behold, as I'm on nights and the low man on the totem pole, I get to work this weird ass 5am-2pm shift today. Yes, it majorly screwed up my sleep so this weekend will probably be slept away so I can come back Sunday night at 11pm. Pretty much my entire sleep cycle and pleasantness of my weekends depends upon Evelyn's whims now, as she has seemingly three months of vacation time to take every year. She is such a frickin' hard hater. Hard.
Anyway I gave the goat a washin' yesterday. Soon as I figure out how to post pics (aka when I'm on nights again) I'll try to throw one up. Peace.