A while back, when I worked as a weekend nightshift at another hotel, I remember having the hardest time staying awake during the shifts. I worked 5 a month, besides my regular 8-4 job. The first was the worst, even if I managed to sleep during the afternoon. But every shift had me fighting hard to stay awake. Now, I don't experience that anymore. Well, except for the past few days.
I always attributed my drowsiness at this other hotel, to the dark and crowded interior of the building. It was old and crooked. Charming in it's own right, but I guess you could call it old fashioned, if doing stuff like that took your fancy. It was just really hard, keeping my eyes open. Lets of time spent pacind around the lobby area, in order to stay awake. I didn't like it particularly much. Eventually I quit that job, and focused on my dayjob. Having al my weekends to myself was gold. But even that grew boring.
When I started working here, at night, I had worried that I'd get into the same deal, where I'd have the hardest time staying awake. But thankfully I found, that it wasn't the case. This place is spacy, large and has a decent air circulation. Also, when you only work nights, you get a different frame to operate within. It can be hard sometimes, but often enough, it won't be a problem.
Lately, I've had my dose of medicine doubled. First I had to take another 75mg. And then another 75, hitting the grand total of 300mg. And it's making me sleepy as hell. I could just sleep and sleep and you know what. Sleep! It's annoying. The last two working days, however, I also lacked sleep due to getting yoinked out of bed way too early. Once by a friend, and once because I just couldn't sleep any longer (at the time). Mind you, both days were absolutely worth the hassle I had with staying awake at night. Splendid days. But damn, the nights are rough. I walk around, watch a bit of TV, blah blah.. whatever I can, basically. Time crawls... absolutely crawls.
The funniest thing, though, is the fact, that when I get home, I'll be wide awake, and not really want to go to bed. It's pretty aggravating. I think tonight, however, I'll get home, and then pass out on the bed, immediately. Just imagining that comfy bed right now, makes me want to strip down and jump in. I won't do any of those things, though. Firstly, I think my colleague would protest. Secondly, diving into an imaginary bed, when it's really a marble floor, won't end well. So I'll keep dreaming for another hour and a half. Then it's off to pixieland with me.
Professionals Resumes Says
Monday, May 10. 2010 at 09:43 (Link) (Reply)