I walked in to work today, took a good look at the schedule and flinched. Next week, I must struggle through another five days of midnight shift on the gas end.

Damnation.

I am not looking forward to this. I always used to say I wouldn't mind working on third shift, but it would have to be on a permanent basis. That was before I remembered what havoc they can wreak on your life even if you somehow manage to get enough sleep during the day to make it through the night. If you've read some past posts of this blog then you know just what kind of altered state a third shift can give you. Hopefully a few diplomatic words to my boss will get me off the graveyard shift.

However, on the positive side, I've written some good posts when I should have been cleaning something during the wee hours. In any case, I'll work the week I'm scheduled, but if I see some more thirds scheduled in the future I will NOT be a happy camper.