As I’m sure most of you know I work nights and I’m probably
one of the very few people on this planet that actually enjoys it. With no
upper management around I tend to find myself in a lot less trouble than I
otherwise would. That, and, I’m naturally a night owl. This all seems perfectly
normal to me, however, everyone else seem to have difficulty grasping it.
I posted to Facebook my first day off last week, that I was
enjoying a drink or 6 to which I got a snotty comment back saying “you’re
drinking on a Monday?”. I guess if you follow a traditional calendar I was
drinking on a Monday, however, I happen to work 4 on, 4 off, so in my world days
of the week mean nothing. Like right now my computer tells me it’s
Thursday, however, to me, it’s day 4 of 4 off. And tomorrow the rest of the
world thinks it’s Friday and the start of the weekend, however, to me, it’s 1
of 4.
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The only other issue I have is the judgmental Tesco lady,
who looks at me like I’m the devil, when I buy alcohol at 7 am. When I finish a
12 hour shift, I have the right to cold beer without some women in her 60’s
judging me, because clearly as life decisions go hers weren’t great.
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Love,
The Honest Bitch