Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Nightshift woes

I'm a big old wuss about my sleep schedule, if you haven't figured that out yet. Deviations from normal make me crotchety, sad, and generally unpleasant. So here's a little scenario... read it, and guess how I'm feeling today:

3am:
lay down in bed to 'read,' probably fell asleep within 20 minutes (side note- I WAS totally in love with the book The Maytrees by Annie Dillard... until I got about halfway through. Love gone awry. Her writing is amazing though)

7am:
Alarm goes off to wake up and feed the birds.. ignore alarm for an hour while it snoozes and generally keeps me from sleeping soundly.

8am:
Get out of bed, feed animals, including a very reluctant fish. Make bargains with fish. Offer fish money. Fish declines and refuses to eat. I cry.

9am:
Lay in bed. Will myself to sleep. Sleep declines. I cry.

9am-2pm:
Toss, turn, dream about meeting No Doubt (wish I was kidding, alas I am not).

2pm:
Arise, realize I have wayyyy too much to do if I need to get to work at 9pm. Walk around COMPLETELY disoriented, put on running clothes. I went for my run except my watch was absolutely possessed. I started hauling it out the door, and the watch claimed I was doing 10:20 miles. I begged to differ, so it immediately responded by upping my pace to 6:20 miles. W.T.F. I got unnecessarily angry and decided to run based on time. I gave up after 10 minutes because I stressed myself out about the time constraints I had for the day and turned around and went home. I'm a big old quitter lately.

3pm-9pm:
Errands. Getting ready for work. Come to terms with being at work at 9:30 instead of 9.

9:01pm:
Realize I've lost my wallet between getting gas at midnight and that moment. Wig out. Wig some more. Realize I can't do anything about it until later, and who knows, it might turn up in that time. I get over any wiggy feelings fairly quickly. I know that might be a dumb response, but none of my credit cards have any activity on them, so I'm crossing my fingers my wallet is just under my seat. I cry anyways.

9:30pm:
Get to work. Realize I have to stay at work for at least 8 hours. I cry.

That brings us to now, 2:38am. I'm actually surprisingly perky physically (Red Bull, you make me so happy even though you are overprocessed and bad for me), I am just an absolute mess mentally, draggy and slow. This was not an easy nightshift transition for me, hopefully this won't last too long. Happy... Wednesday? Ish?

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