Odd hours
January 16th 2007 03:15
One of the things I don't enjoy about working from 6 pm to 10 pm is that you spend the whole day anticipating having to go to work. Okay, I get on with things, such as writing this comment, but as the day winds down (for most people) I'm gearing up to go to work. Come 4 pm, and I'm thinking about what I'm going to have for tea. Come 5 pm, if I'm still thinking about it, I'm starting to panic a bit as to whether it's going to get cooked in time. I need to cook something, because that's another factor with odd hours: you tend to think, 'I'll just grab something from somewhere,' and soon your whole diet is out the window. (I don't mean a diet diet, but the ordinary every day diet of eating healthily.)
So here it is, coming up 4 o'clock, and I'm now starting to think: I don't have very much of the day left. Is it worth starting this project, or that? Do I have time to fill out another application form for yet another job? You
become a clockwatcher of a different sort: not one who's wondering how long it is before he can go home, but one who is wondering how long he's got before he has to leave home.
Ah, me. Well, it probably won't last forever. It can't, because I'll go mad, or my wife will. Yesterday, her first back at work after the holidays, we saw each other for a short while in the morning, said goodbye, and then basically didn't see each other until 10.15 at night. (Apart from the fact that she came home for lunch on her little motor scooter and had a game of table tennis with me, but that won't be normal procedure.)
Griping again. Should be grateful that I have four hours of work to go to at night. I could be sitting at home workless...
The League of Women Voters can be found here. I am not one of them.
So here it is, coming up 4 o'clock, and I'm now starting to think: I don't have very much of the day left. Is it worth starting this project, or that? Do I have time to fill out another application form for yet another job? You
Clock watching - this isn't me, by the way - comes courtesy of the League of Women Voters' site
Ah, me. Well, it probably won't last forever. It can't, because I'll go mad, or my wife will. Yesterday, her first back at work after the holidays, we saw each other for a short while in the morning, said goodbye, and then basically didn't see each other until 10.15 at night. (Apart from the fact that she came home for lunch on her little motor scooter and had a game of table tennis with me, but that won't be normal procedure.)
Griping again. Should be grateful that I have four hours of work to go to at night. I could be sitting at home workless...
The League of Women Voters can be found here. I am not one of them.
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