Complacency

I definitely took this night-shift malarky way too complacent.. I thought it would be a lot of standing behind tills, changing stock and generally looking grumpy. What it is though is a large variety of tasks including cooking, cleaning, stock rotation and dating, taking deliveries, using some handpad thing (enter confused smiley here) aswell as dealing with drunk people and a thieving West Indian.. I'll get to that..

However, I turned up at 10pm, slightly nervous but sort of looking forward to dossing about for 8 hours and getting paid for it. I walked in and straight away I was doing back-breaking work carrying that around and moving this there and trolleying another thing round. Have I mentioned before? I actually do have a phobia of manual labour. I can't do it and if I have the choice, won't. I didn't have that choice though and gritted my teeth, a little too hard as I gave myself a headache, and got on with it. The night wore on.. staff and customers alike left to the comfort of their warm beds and to sleep, at night. Like normal people. However, myself and 2 others, worked on through the night, cooking, cleaning, serving the occasional insomniac/drunk customer and basically breaking our own backs. I felt reasonably OK, up until around 4am, when the tiredness hit me as suddenly as the West Indian jumped in the latest delivery van.. He didn't get away as the driver kicked him out, but that didn't stop the driver coming in and giving us a blow by blow account of his heroic acts. We ended up giving him a free large coffee just to piss off.. So, 6am came round, finally. The morning people came in, looking like Daleks on a downer. My first night shift was over. Now, to walk home. Great.

On this walk home I did a little bit of thinking. Ok, that shift was alright and I enjoyed it as much as you can enjoy being at work. My instant reaction was that I may stay at BP for a long time, however, when you are introduced to something new, you will find it interesting. However, 6 months down the line when you've been doing it constantly, you may well find it boring. So I came to the conclusion that I will not make my mind up. And just let things happen. I may well win the lottery next week, (because obviously I didn't win this week..) Also, it felt very strange walking home FROM work and looking at everyone else's grumpy faces as they GO to work. I'm going home to my warm, comfy bed, (that I haven't yet slept in because I felt it was my duty to inform my "large number" of readers of my first day ... or night...), as they drive/walk/cycle their way to work, to endure a day of boredom no doubt.

I'm a tad concerned here, because, after spending the last 3 or 4 hours being very tired, I am now fairly awake. I think the human body sees that it is dark and automatically thinks you should sleep, and makes you tired, however, when the Sun comes up, you should be getting up.. not going to sleep. This is more difficult than you can imagine. Trust me. I'm going to struggle with this. I also have a football match this evening! Where did that come from?? I'm struggling to even keep up with the days of the week at the moment. All happening very quickly..

Well, I suppose I'd better go to bed... at 07:21... Strange? Yep. But that's life from now on.

Ciao x