So I’ve been working nights these past few months. I don’t love working nights, although I love the job and the people I work with. But my body has let me know in No Uncertain Terms that staying up all night is a no-no. I have no trouble staying up all night, and rarely feel as if I’m risking it driving home, but I don’t sleep well the next day, and by the third day in a row of this I’m a bit of a wreck.
Ask The Lovely Rhonda, assuming she’s still speaking to me by this time. She’ll fill you in on the general state of affairs, through clenched teeth. Probably best to inquire after saucing her up a bit with a nice red wine and perhaps a bit of chocolate to smooth things along.
And then opportunity knocked, and who was I to thumb my nose at opportunity? And so it came to pass that an Offer was made today, which was duly Accepted, and two weeks from now the only night shifts I’ll work will be of my own choosing as an on-call.
I’m both happy and sad about this because as I said, I do love my job at the detox and I love the people I work with. They are all dedicated and professional and a lot of fun, and together we try to help a group of very broken people as best we can. I’ve been very grateful to be a part of this place and I’m sorry to be leaving it (although I will stay on as an oncall).
But, to sleep in my own bed every night… to rejoin another group of dedicated individuals… and to have a full time gig. These are things that I’m also grateful for.
The Lovely Rhonda is less than thrilled about certain aspects of this, mainly that she will be responsible for getting the Collective Spawn to their schools a couple of mornings a week, and we will not have some days off together that we’ve had. But I’m hoping that my improved physical health and mood will make up for that. Not to mention a little extra scratch coming in.