My regularly scheduled work cycle
goes like this:
Five shifts on, three days off.
Now some of you are thinking,
"How does that work?
There's only seven days in a week."
Sounds like corporate America has finally won!
Planes gotta fly,
so we gotta work.
24/7, 365 days/year.
There isn't a minute that we ain't open.
We're not alone.
One third of the workforce works shift work.
I hear ya. I'm kind of in the same boat, although my position is not on shift work. But I manage the guys who are. Roads gotta stay open.
However, I can see it now.
"Folks, this is your captain speaking.
There's going to be a short 30 minute delay
as the air traffic controllers have a nap."
mmmm.... nap....
Everyone on the plane would be comforted, I'm sure.
Actually, I'd feel better if they did give you guys a nap once in a while.
I don't sleep between a day/mid,
which means I'm usually up for 26 hours straight.
Every week.
We can actually run with nine just fine.
As long as no one ever calls in sick,
or takes vacation or any kind of leave.
Well, then what are you complaining about? Sheesh.
There are people (including yours truly)
who have been working 16 hour days
on a regular basis.
Either on their regular work days,
or on their "days off".
I don't know how you guys do it.
I won't go so far as to say I hit the wall,
but I will say that I was feeling something.
August was rough.
But I knew there was a light
at the end of the tunnel.
Three glorious weeks off in September.
It sounds brutal. I would have hit the wall, for sure. Can't blame you there.
Eventually I got the fondant rolled out
and placed over the cake.
I let her smooth it out.
Next, she was going to make some
buttercream icing for decorating.
I... went back to bed.
ahhhhhhh....
"Dad. The icing isn't working. I need help."
Once more onto the breach.
This is where I head straight to the store and grab the pre-made can of icing. Done!
So.... I made (proper/non-melting) buttercream icing.
I showed her how to pipe rosettes on the cake
and finally got to lie down and rest for an hour or so.
Ha! Did you believe that?
Suckers!
Can of icing. Problem solved.
Okay, I need cream out of the fridge.......
WHERE'S THE LETTUCE?????
oh. here it is. just like i bought it.
unwashed. untorn. still in the bag.
i'm not upset at all.
Oh, for the love of...
You know what, it's just rabbit food anyway. Nobody will miss the salad.
I phoned in sick for my midnight shift.
And felt better almost immediately.
(not really. but it didn't hurt.)
Goodd for you!
But here's just how bad it's gotten.
About half an hour later,
I get a call from work.
"Hi pkondz, I know you're on vacation now,
but ______ just called in with a doctor's note.
And she'll be off until September 19th.
You didn't want to come in and work on
some of your days off, did you?"
This is where Tom Hanks' knock-knock joke from Catch Me If You Can comes in handy.
And this is how bad it's gotten.
For a second or two.
Just a second or two.
But it did happen, even for a second or two...
I actually thought about going in.
Good thing you smacked yourself or else I was going to have to do it for you.
I'm not answering the phone for
the next three weeks.
Because I'm on vacation!!!!!!!!
And I think I'll break with my regular methods
and post chapter one.... before I leave.
Maybe.
What do you all think?
Go for it! You're the captain of this ship, we're all just along for the ride.
Wait, why am I on this ship again?