First Night Shift Experience

Night shift wasn't so bad... I think it might become my favourite shift. You're awake and free while the world is working, so you've got the best options for activity, you have you're largest meal (everyone else's dinner) when you wake up, which is healthiest, and for lunch, you can just pack dinner leftovers, which is better than me gorging dinner and scraping some cruddy thing for lunch when I'm tired in the morning, having procrastinated packing it the night before. There are a lot fewer people on nights, and the pace is more relaxed, but it has a reputation for being for people made of sterner stuff. See? All positivity.

I hope the fact that there are less people on nights doesn't mean there's a lower percentage time each individual spends on nights as opposed to the other shifts.

Again, I was the only person to be transferred. When I was doing inspection today, they gave me gloves. We always have gloves on, but usually, they're these thin, blue, disposable gloves you throw out every break and lunch. The ones I got today are black, reusable, and you can use them for everything, and the people who have them do use them for everything. It's like a status symbol. I'm not some scrub newbie that uses disposable gloves. I've moved up in the world.

They call the break we get at 4:30 AM "lunch break". Well, I guess it's lunch according to our biological systems, but it doesn't fit the clock system, so it's funny.

I haven't been reading my book at free time. I'm still feeling out the environment. The people who aren't talking generally fold their arms and stare into the distance, so I've been doing that, too. I'll probably do more reading once I feel my presence has been better established. Right now, I've just been keeping my eyes and ears open at all times.

I didn't go to Karate and instead took a nap before work because I'm a pansy. Now I'm going to Karate. I have to walk all the way there, because I don't want to waste bus fare, now that I'm working and I use so much of it. Won't be a problem with time, because I should make enough money to be pulling in profit in comparison with my bus fare output, but right now, I haven't yet gotten paid, and we've been struggling to keep me in bus fare.

It's an hour walk both ways to and from Karate. That's two hours of walking for an hour and a half of work. I'll have half an hour before I have to take the bus to work, which is about 40 minutes. So I'll be able to have a cup of coffee before I leave.

There's a guy that commutes from another city to work, and it takes him half an hour. It takes me 40 minutes by bus.

Our stupid oven broke. Me and Mom managed to bake bread, but it takes greater improvisation than it did before. I hope my baking days aren't done. I may be a working man, but I'm not too macho to have a love for baking.

Also, I lost like, five shirts and a belt, and nobody can find them. That is so annoying.

My old W2W counselor got me some ties to go with the free suit they gave me, but when I got downtown after work, it would still have been 45 minutes of waiting in the rain before they opened, and I wussed out. I'll do it today.