Workin' on the Nightshift
Ah, graveyards...
I haven't worked a nightshift at the shelter for a few months now, and it really shows. By about 3AM, your brain really starts turning into mush. Now, for most jobs with graveyard shifts, this would not be a problem. At the shelter, however, this seems to be the time that many women are in need of intensive counselling and support. Now, who wants to talk to a mushy brained counsellor? So, talk with the ladies, mop the floors, clean bedrooms&bathrooms, paperwork, and try not to fall asleep. Not hard at all!
I had Isaac with me all day today, and he is teething really bad, so we were being grumps with each other. Teething really sucks, and I feel really bad for Isaac, because I can see how much it is hurting :(
The good news is that work will be going by very quickly in the next two weeks, then we go to Prince George to visit my mom and dad and see their new house. I need this break so bad; I haven't had much time off this year, and I am really getting tired.
I keep telling myself that as soon as I get my degree I'll never do shiftwork again.
Sorry for my late night pity party!
Bye for now.