A strange sense at work yesterday of something coming to an end even though there's still plenty of time left in our "season." Not sure what it was. Likely just my imagination running amok. After fourty-one years there, having a big slow-down the last couple of days and an actual two day weekend (for everyone) in September is a rarity. Along with rotating shifts this weekend .... That all probably had something to do with the feeling. It always feels strange to work with a group of people for a month then suddenly changing shifts and working with a crew that you havn't seen for two months.
Shift rotations are always a bittersweet experience. You'll actually miss the daily interactions with most people. Then there's usually one or two others who you've been looking forward to getting away from. The feeling is probably mutual in those cases and good for all involved.
I used to prefer this night shift stuff. That was when I was much younger and living several lives. Now I've come to enjoy sleeping at night. I'm no longer concerned with making the weekend softball tournament. What I used to enjoy so much, now seems like so much foolishness.
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