>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.