Back On Day Shift

And it’s about fucking time.

I know I’m getting old, because having to work the afternoon shift totally fucks with my internal clock, and it never used to be this way. For two months every winter I have to go on nights, which isn’t bad, but when you are used to getting up at 4:45 every morning, it’s hard to stay up until after midnight.

Well, for the first few weeks it was. Then you get used to it.

You learn how to take naps, befriend the sleep app, and block out the getting ready for school noises that start at 6:45. You also learn how to wind down after work for a few hours by playing every type of solitaire and jigsaw puzzle app.

Then you switch back to getting up at 4:45, but it lasts for the next ten months, so everything is right again with the world.

That’s another sign that you are getting old.

When I was younger, a good party didn’t end until 5 AM and I had to listen to the old people tell me about how the early morning is the best time of the day. Now I consider 6 AM “sleeping in”.

What the hell happened to my youth?

I’m 46 and whenever I hear there’s a dance at the Community Centre, I hope that Travous doesn’t turn the music up too loud, because we’re only a block away and it might annoy me if I feel the slightest thump of bass.

When did I become a hermit/curmudgeon?

When did I get to the point that a gallon of (actually tasty) moonshine would still be in the house after two years, and a dozen beer could last months?

If Bugsy were out here he’d kick me square in the nuts. Then he’d drink the moonshine, go to the dance, and likely go home with at least one elderly lady.

What happened to this guy?

I suppose it’s inevitable that we all grow up sooner or later, and I guess that to a lot of people I took longer than expected, but I eventually got here. Now my fun is trying to get things to grow, snuggling in for an early bedtime and watching Youtube videos about homesteading. My priorities have changed, and while I don’t miss the old me, I do enjoy going back and reading old posts and looking at old photos. They remind me that I took a journey. It was extremely fun and contained a lot of characters that will always remain in my heart and in my fondest memories, but like all journeys must come to and end.

My new journey is proving to be fun, just with a lot more stability and planning. I’m excited for the future now, where as I used to be excited just for the present.

The way I see it is, as long as there’s still excitement, you might as well keep on living your life.

Birdman

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3 thoughts on “Back On Day Shift

  1. I am way past you on the ” getting old” road. Now I have taken a job no one young wants. I work the new and improved 5-9 night (4 hrs for old people) shift. Seems working Friday nights doesn’t bother my life style now. Old people are very handy, the new priorities are far easier to work with..Friday night parties,back in the day, were painful to miss..but like you say..boy those memories remind us we were capable of having good times without the pods.LOL

    • Well, it’s good to hear from you, Deb. I hope things are going well. I am glad you got your lazy, old ass back to work, even if it’s the old lady shift. We are now debating on whether you meant Tide pods or Ipods. Either way, we managed the good times pretty well.

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