Last night was my first night working second shift. First of all, it was a blessing not to get up at 3:30am. The people are more laid back and helpful on nights. I worked a different line where it was slightly cooler and less sparks flying. I only had to work an 8hour shift. I never know how long I will be at work each day.
But I still don't like driving 45 minutes and crossing a time zone. I miss Kevin terribly. My sugar has sky-rocketed because I'm eating at odds times of the day. I can't sleep either. It's a light sleep with vivid dreams, not a deep restful sleep.
On the plus side, I filled out more applications before I went in yesterday, and already one has called me wanting more information about my work history. Hopefully I won't be working this job much longer. I realize now I can't do 90 days. It's too much.
I'm losing track of days/time and it's become hard for me to figure out when things will occur. I got so confused last night because the clock on my machine said 0:00 It took a good 10 minutes to figure out it was MIDNIGHT and a whole new calendar day.
On the way home, I realized I needed gas. Then I realized it was 2:30 am CST and nothing, I mean nothing was open. I was starting to panic, there was no way I could make it home, and then I remembered truck stops are always open 24/7 That's the kind of thing messing me up- I've never had to worry about getting to the gas station before it closed for the night. I coasted in on fumes while wishing I had a little more foresight.
And on a completely unrelated note, if you want to get stirred up today, go read Pagan Soccer Mom's blog, and then please go vote for her.
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Also, thought I should add...I feel your pain about dismal factory jobs extremely early in the morning and over an hour away. Sigh. I'm so glad you may have other opportunities coming up.
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