Something in the Air
There is something in the air after the first week in September, it is somehow just "different", and for want of a better term, it is the "energy". Maybe it is the fact that it is getting noticeably darker earlier in the evenings, gone are the long summer evenings, it is cooler but the darkness of the coming winter has not yet settled in. The afternoons are different, a little more mellow, not too hot, not too cold, and the biting insect population has taken a dive. The signs of the season are all around us: The hummingbirds bade farewell about a week ago, and it is time to bring the feeders in to wash and put away until spring; The pheasant chicks are almost on their own and soon they will be forming into flocks for the winter; and The black helicopters are hanging low over the hills and the RCMP are repelling down ropes to the raid the grow ops as the local weed harvest is in full swing.
Today is my day off, and I am looking forward to a blissful day of pottering around: laundry is sloshing in the washing machine, and I am going to patter around some more in the flower beds. It was a long haul this week, I traded a shift with another woman at work so she could have her anniversary off. Both she and I work ten hour shifts, 4 days a week, and this makes trading a little more challenging because it meant adding another day a week. By the time day 5 rolls around I am pretty fried, not so much physically, but mentally.
It looks as if they are doing away with my particular fixed shift: as it stands now I work 12pm 10pm and have Thursday, Friday and Saturday off. Some new ones came available, and to be honest the choices sucked. I managed to get one that goes from 2:00pm to 1200am and I won't have 3 consecutive days off. I will have Sunday off, work Monday, have Tuesday and Wednesday off, and work Thursday, Friday and Saturday. Not the greatest, but I keep get three days off. It is going to make getting to Halifax for my check ins a little challenging. The gyno cancer clinic is only open so many days a week, and as far as I know they are only Mondays and Fridays. On the bright side, my shift incentive for working the "less popular" shift is increasing. It was said that the reasoning for this was because they found themselves "over staffed" on those shifts. Considering that all of us are not on fixed shifts, this points more to an inadequacy in the area of scheduling more than anything else.
Today is my day off, and I am looking forward to a blissful day of pottering around: laundry is sloshing in the washing machine, and I am going to patter around some more in the flower beds. It was a long haul this week, I traded a shift with another woman at work so she could have her anniversary off. Both she and I work ten hour shifts, 4 days a week, and this makes trading a little more challenging because it meant adding another day a week. By the time day 5 rolls around I am pretty fried, not so much physically, but mentally.
It looks as if they are doing away with my particular fixed shift: as it stands now I work 12pm 10pm and have Thursday, Friday and Saturday off. Some new ones came available, and to be honest the choices sucked. I managed to get one that goes from 2:00pm to 1200am and I won't have 3 consecutive days off. I will have Sunday off, work Monday, have Tuesday and Wednesday off, and work Thursday, Friday and Saturday. Not the greatest, but I keep get three days off. It is going to make getting to Halifax for my check ins a little challenging. The gyno cancer clinic is only open so many days a week, and as far as I know they are only Mondays and Fridays. On the bright side, my shift incentive for working the "less popular" shift is increasing. It was said that the reasoning for this was because they found themselves "over staffed" on those shifts. Considering that all of us are not on fixed shifts, this points more to an inadequacy in the area of scheduling more than anything else.