It's pure sado-masochism, I tell ya.
Why, pray tell, do I keep doing this to myself?
I was not made for the night shift; that, at the very least, should be clear to me, now. Why then, do I keep doing it? Take last night, for example. Had to work from 11 PM to 5 AM, and my body simply broke down halfway through the night.
And something like that happens every single night shift. At some point during the night the warehouse will reverberate with a sound comparable to the crackling sound of lightning splitting the night sky in half; to the saddening sound of a majestic Sequoia finally losing its battle against gravity; to the frightening sound of a crack tearing through a massive sheet of ice. That sound is me, breaking; my willpower, snapping in half.
At that point my body will fill itself with despondency, my mind will implode with dejection. Each and every step will feel like climbing Mount Everest and lifting a simple box will be like lifting the Earth on which we live. Seconds become months; corridors become valleys; lunchbreak will become an unobtainable figment of my imagination.
And then, feeling like I've had to dig my way through the entire planet; feeling like I've rebuilt Gizeh's Piramide on my own, I reach my goal, the light at the end of the tunnel, the zenith of happiness - end of shift ..
.. and I sign up to come back next week.
*sigh*
Cheers
I was not made for the night shift; that, at the very least, should be clear to me, now. Why then, do I keep doing it? Take last night, for example. Had to work from 11 PM to 5 AM, and my body simply broke down halfway through the night.
And something like that happens every single night shift. At some point during the night the warehouse will reverberate with a sound comparable to the crackling sound of lightning splitting the night sky in half; to the saddening sound of a majestic Sequoia finally losing its battle against gravity; to the frightening sound of a crack tearing through a massive sheet of ice. That sound is me, breaking; my willpower, snapping in half.
At that point my body will fill itself with despondency, my mind will implode with dejection. Each and every step will feel like climbing Mount Everest and lifting a simple box will be like lifting the Earth on which we live. Seconds become months; corridors become valleys; lunchbreak will become an unobtainable figment of my imagination.
And then, feeling like I've had to dig my way through the entire planet; feeling like I've rebuilt Gizeh's Piramide on my own, I reach my goal, the light at the end of the tunnel, the zenith of happiness - end of shift ..
.. and I sign up to come back next week.
*sigh*
Cheers
4 Comments:
Martin,
I don't claim to know what you actually do during your shift, but is there not some way you could somehow while the wee hours away by doing something that you've always put off? You know things that you've never felt like you had the time to do, or always wanted to do - within the confines of the job that is, and still giving the illusion of working.
I dunno, things like: audio books, learning a new language (I just say that cuz I'm trying to do the same!), writing (your film reviews are tops), learning new subjects (can you read on the job?).
Don't get too disheartened. Keep ya pekka up!
Thanks for the advice, Pep. However, my job involves driving around a huge warehouse and stacking boxes onto carts. It's mindnumbingly boring work (and, thank god, parttime). So, reading is out of the question, as is writing, and audio-devices aren't allowed, so listening to audiobooks or music isn't an option either.
However, it could have been the case that I slightly (very slightly) exaggerated in the post above. Just a bit, mind.
In any case, they pay me good money for it.
Thanks for the compliment about my filmreviews.
Cheers
Oh, and if I start keeping my 'pekka' up at work I'll be out of a job in no time.
Cheers
Waaaaaaaahhh hhhhaaaaaaaahhh!
:)
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