Rode my bicycle several blocks for lunch yesterday; rode back and thought, "Gee, I over ate; I'll just have a nap." Woke up eight hours later, fiddled around a little, heard about Tam's day, went back to sleep and here I am.
It's those darned swing shifts. They really take it out of me. Or on me. Something.
I may be too old for this.
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2 days ago
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Yep, we're NOT 21 anymore... I dreaded working 'odd' shifts on sea tests... I was a zombie at the end of two weeks.
Any more, I alternate "zombie" weeks and recovery weeks. Used to be one in four; now it's one in three if nobody is on vacation or out sick, which is nearly never.
They aren't easy even as a young pup. For 6 months I trained under a 4 week rotating schedule of 12 hour shifts (nights, mids, days, 5 off). That was hard, but then you go to sea and it gets worse. On a submarine our underway schedule of 6 on/12 off means a constantly rotating schedule, you were never doing the same thing at the same time two days running... The only saving grace is your commute is a few dozen feet to your bunk...
Working a fixed 2nd shift wasn't bad, but rotating shifts are not good at all....
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