Thank you everyone for your Birthday wishes. I much appreciate them.
Today is my day off and I am decompressing. I have been having issues for the last 6 months adjusting to my new schedule. Or lack of shedule. Whatever you want to call it. Basically my job is fucking with my circadian rhythm. It feels like I have jet lag all the time.
My job has it's good points. I work 10 hour shifts for 4 days a week. The bonus is the 3 days off. I have tried to approach this as I would jet lag, DO NOT GO TO SLEEP UNTIL YOU SHOULD. DO NOT GIVE IN TO THE URGE TO NAP.
This isn't working. So, I am going to start napping. I hate the whole mental aspect that I get with napping. I feel like I am wasting time. Like I am wasting life. I am certain some of this attitude was developed when I had to stop napping when I was depressed. In depression, I was sleeping my life away. But, I'm not depressed anymore. I'm TIRED. Rightfully so. My 10 hours a day are almost non stop. Last night, during my nap, I dreamed about bagging orders at the drive thru.
This is happening all the time. Work is getting into my sleep. Not to mention that I closed on Wednesday (left Thursday morning at 2:30 a.m.) Dropped off a coworker at their house, drove home, was in bed asleep by 3:20a.m. I woke up at 8:00 a.m. and went back to work at 9 a.m. That's right, in six hours, I was back at work. This is weekly.
At 5pm, my shift was over and the manager that was coming on duty starts putting on gloves and all but pushes me out of position. I am startled. Why would she do this? "Linda you are scheduled till 5p today. Didn't you know that?"
No, and I certainly didn't realize what time it was. I came home talked with Lady's 3 daughters for a couple hours and ate. Within 15 minutes after I ate, I was falling asleep at the table. I took a one hour nap. (it was supposed to be 1/2 hour but that snooze button is soooo tempting) I felt one hundred percent better.
Ok, enough of this for a while. I'm gonna go take a nap. :P
naps are good.
I love naps.