The Twelve-Hour Shift
Upside down, downside up, twisted
days of sleep. I go to work at 5:15 in the morning and I get home at 8:00
at night. I go to work at 5:15 in the evening and I get home at 8:00 in
the morning. Some days I have to sleep during the day, other days I have
to sleep at night.
It is either sleeping during the
day between 8am & 4pm or sleeping at night between 8pm & 4am. Those
are my only choices. Hopefully there is a place in this world for proper
working hours. A humane system of working hours for sensible people sounds
great to me. This chaos that I am working now either keeps me up at home
or work, my clock is out of whack. This is my off day and my body does
not know what to do, work or sleep?
There is a place that I can go
to and that is retirement. I will loose half of my money requirements that
I use to live by, by retiring, but it seems the only sensible thing left
to do.
My sense of time is twisted like
an out of shape painted clock. My eyes are drooping and my heart is racing.
Sheep are leaping over the spinning gears that turn in my head. I asked
for help and they just punched my card.
This is my first day off and I
am up, am I supposed to be asleep or awake? Laurel is asleep, she is going
to see Allison tomorrow and I am up now at 2 in the morning, shouldn't
I be asleep? Or am I going to drop off around 4 in the morning.
Where is the sanity in this life?
Where is the normal procedure that I should follow?
I think I have painted my self
into a corner. I'll stay up and let the paint dry. At least I did have
sense enough to bring a sleeping bag into this corner.
The Twelve-Hour Shift
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