The Shift

The Shift

My phone alarm is horrible but it works because I am dying to turn it off. If I don’t, I am sure I will have convulsions. Now that is not a good way to wake up.

I sit there zombie-like on my bed wondering what day it is. Disorientation is not new to me for I have been like this for years. I don’t know how some people manage to wake up and know exactly what they are going to do on that day. I don’t even know what cereal I am going to have for breakfast.

Yawning like a hippo, I feel my eyes closing again. That’s when I heard my phone beep. Great, work related text to start my day.

“Meeting at 9.”

It’s my boss and she doesn’t sound happy. Come to think of it, I don’t think she was ever happy. If she isn’t happy, then everyone else has to share her mood. When you don’t, she snaps at you like a rabid dog and you’ll be unhappy. So better be sad than sorry.

I have exactly twenty minutes to get ready for that meeting. Cursing under my breath, I drag my sleep deprived body in the bathroom and forced myself to take a five minute bath. My hair still had a few shampoo suds when I got out. The towel can take care of that. Brushing my teeth took time because I keep staring at one tooth that needs fixing.

I dress up and went down to the kitchen for cup of brew. Convincing myself that I am hardly human without it. I went to the window and pull the drapes apart. I need to see the outdoors when I work.

The sound of crickets and a howling dog from next door greets me. I nod at the moon and hold my mug of coffee towards it.

Welcome to the night shift.



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