Three weeks of a long hard slog are finally coming to a close.
In the work I do, shift-day wise, you are working on a three week cycle. shift-time wise, you could be starting at 6am for 3 days, and then end the 3-week stint by working until 11:30pm. There are a number of start times, the earliest being 6am, and the latest 3:30pm, an hour-and-a-half before everybody else in other departments go home.
I started this phase by having 3 shifts starting at 6am, 2 days off, and then 3 days, starting at 3:30pm. Those virtually knocked me for 6. I suppose, the work I do, isn’t exactly boring, but you really have to listen to people. That is the most tiring. Listening to people drone on about stuff is tiring sometimes. You can tell a joke, and hopefully the person who you’re talking to will respond. Or maybe not.
I had another 2 days off, then 3 shifts of lunchtime starts, then normal shifts for the remainder. The last 9 days of the 3 week run, you are in for 8 shifts (one day off obviously).
It’s been a bit of a mixed bag. I felt some stress coming back that I haven’t felt for a long time, but I managed to deal with the sources of the stress the best I could. Now, where I had disrupted sleep for the first two weeks, during the last week, Ihave slept soundly. I like my sleep. I have to sleep at least 7 hours a day, otherwise I’m tired.
So. back to normal shifts on Monday. Oh…and I’m working the whole of Bank Holiday weekend.
The shifts I work mean that I work 2 weekends out of 3. I’m working in 2 weeks time (FA Cup weekend). I’ve asked for the weekend off so I can go to Sheffield like I have done for the past couple of years. I have sorted out the Sunday, but I can’t get the Saturday, the main BBQ and drinking day. So, looks like I’m not going. Because I have to work.