I’ve been working 2-3 night shifts per week for a couple of weeks now, and a profound dearth of qualified applicants means I’ll probably be doing this for some time to come. I don’t mind the occasional night shift – it gives me time to catch up on my hulu-ing or reading or trying to beat the Super Mario simulator on my phone, and I can usually squeeze in some free or reduced-price laundry. Besides, I started out at each of my hotels as a night auditor before being promoted – two years at my first, three months at my second, and a little over a year at my current – so its not exactly unfamiliar territory. But I’m a trifle elderly now, and I’m still working day shifts the rest of the week. I don’t bounce back and forth quite like I used to. And it confuses the heck out of the dog. (Admittedly not a remarkable accomplishment.)
But, hey, I got an obscene phone call right around midnight – brightened my whole evening!
Must sleep now. I think I’m going to be a bad Kentuckian and miss the Derby for the first time in my memory. But, who knows? Maybe my subconscious will wake me up anyway!
Edit: I actually did wake up in time to see both the Derby and the end of Justin Verlander’s no-hitter!