Thursday, July 13, 2006

ugh squared

I had to work two nights of overtime, ergo I'm a bit crappy and sleep deprived, and it's like 99 kinds of HUMID, so Today is Grouch Day.

Not unlike Punxsy Phil, I'm going to crawl into a dark hole and spend the rest of the day muttering to myself.

2 comments:

Mushy said...

At one time I worked 7 day rotation - 7 evenings, 7 graveyards, 7 days, and then 3 days off. I cost me my first marriage for sure.

After midnights the X wanted me to wake up to the house full of inlaws waiting to eat and wanted to see my smiling face - no way!

Goddess said...

The crappiest shift I ever worked was when Mr. G was working 4 am to 2 pm and I was working 2 pm to 10 pm. He would be in bed by the time I got home and gone by the time I got out of bed. I was happy to get the job because it paid more than I had been making at the time, but by about the sixth month, he called me one night at work and said, "Enough is enough. I want you to quit." I'd have to "sneak" call him on the phone to talk to him. And we talk all the time, so it was very difficult for us. Luckily the job came to an end before I could even tell them I was quitting.

I feel for anyone who has lost a marriage because of scheduling woes. Unless you experience it, you just can't understand it. YOUR shifts would be so difficult to get used to, though. At least with my husband, who is mostly working the 4 a.m. to 2 p.m. still, he has it the majority of the week so his body can adjust. When it can't adjust--like mine the last two nights--it's Major Cranky to the forefront;)