>night shift…

>well, hello there.
so, ive been working nights and i think night shift makes me insane.
concentration is darn difficult.
and i feel like i will never catch up on sleep.
here are some exciting listed items for your reading pleasure:
1. ramen noodle is not food.
2. nothing is open when i get off work at 5:30
3. when you get a day off and you go swimming in the ocean you should not do so with your cell phone, car keys, dramamine, and $15 in cash in your pocket.
4. i can free dive pretty deeply for $15.
5. i do not have the self control to go to the animal shelter and leave without an animal.
6. if you visit me i will try to get you to go to the animal shelter and take an animal back home.
7. although i am generally considered crazy; there is always someone crazier.
8. i really like living alone; but i do get lonely.
9. right at this moment, i am hungry.
10. im apparenty allergic to orange juice; however i feel the need to test the theory, which is stupid, due to the difficulty breathing and the horriific itching and all….but if it isnt the orange juice then i officially let myself get so stressed out that my body basically said, “fuck it; im out” and tried to kill me. so for peace of mind; im blaming the juice.

gnite ya’ll.

>nights nights nights…

>So, night shift….yeah.
The first few nights were rough…things are settled down into a routine now.  The contractors who are down to help are pretty good.  Wise, fun, decent IHs.

But people, I am tired.  Like, soul-weary.  I *need* a break.  I need a break off this island for a bit.  I still love living here, don’t get me wrong, I have just spent a very long time without a break.  Incident after incident after audit and then straight into a turnaround.  My timesheet said I worked 71 hours last week…I miss being a consultant.

Remember my boss?  He got promoted out of our department and while I have a certain amount of “yay” for him; I have a hell of a lot of “whoa” for me (us).  The amount of work to do; the amount of stress and
 I am still not an employee of the refinery.  Not that this is all bad; there are a couple perks I enjoy that employees don’t have.  But at some point the “busting my butt to become an employee” became resentment. Not a whole lot of resentment; I just wonder if the day comes I get the magical job offer if  I will be happy; or just a bit weary.

This place is very much a testing ground; the “wild west of industrial hygiene” where you aren’t worried so much about the little stupid stuff and focus (as much as humanly possible) on actual hazards.  It is a lot.  And I’ve survived so far.

I just need a vacation.