My first week on the night shift has been far from peachy. Body clock destroyed, inability to sleep soundly, loss of appetite (which is super uncharacteristic of me! I have had to FORCE myself to eat), episodes of self-questioning and a general disinterest in the work that I do.
This week has been my most unproductive so far. I literally accomplished nothing cos I've been slacking off majorly the whole time. It just hit me one night that that I have some issues with what I do. I hate to be very immature about this, but I never really thought that disliking your job could make you want to cry.
It also didn't help that I hardly knew the people on the night shift and on my second day (night?!) I just needed to see a friendly face. I had to brave a shitstorm that day and all I really hankered for was a hug or someone to whine to. It was terribly terribly frustrating, to say the least.
Complaining won't change the current state of things and I realise that. Guess I gotta learn to deal with it like a big girl and grin and bear it. Fingers crossed the second week won't be as cruel.
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Abrazos,
Allan
"...I never really thought that disliking your job could make you want to cry."
- I hope I don't reach this point.
did you feel like you wanted to puke all the time? that was how I felt my first week in night shift. Eventually it gets better :)
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