The older I get, the more difficult working a swing shift becomes. I only have to do so one week in three, but even that takes a toll. There's a seven hour swing for me, with the fist day starting five hours earlier than normal, the second seven hours earlier, and three on my usual day shift. You'd think it would be easy, one slightly short night, one very long night, then back to normal--
It's not. Somehow, "normal" never quite returns. I have trouble sleeping all week and trouble staying awake. The weekend comes and I'm wiped out; things often aren't back to normal until Sunday or Monday.
Whine, whine -- there are starving children in Africa who don't even have jobs. But my sleep suffers and so do my moods. Cue the tiny violins!
1 month ago