Thursday, December 11, 2008
Graveyard shifts are from the devil.
Probably not a good idea to write a post with only two hours sleep in the last thirty six hours....
But seriously, who in their right mind LOVES working graveyard shifts? Besides, of course, bats, rats and barn owls?
At the last minute I covered for a dispatcher and worked their 7pm-7am last night. There is a reason that a graveyard shift is called just that, a graveyard...nothing good comes from the night, nothing!
Go ahead, name me one nocturnal creature that doesn't stink like a skunk, impale you with some kind of deadly poison like a rattlesnake or look like this evil nocturnal Tarsier. A native from Asia who eats bugs...yeah, right...who by the way, looks ALOT like me right now.
Obviously working graveyards hasn't agreed with her either.