Getting Used to the Moon Shift

So I’m finally getting used to the night shift. And by getting used I mean not falling asleep during working hours.

The trouble however comes with the lack of things to do. Not that I don’t understand why I’m doing nothing. I really do. And seeing how many problems the whole team has been having, I don’t think I want to jump into the waters just yet; though if necessary, I wouldn’t think twice about lending a helping hand.

Since I won’t get to “work” anytime soon, cigarette breaks have become my only means of amusement. Going down alone for cigarette breaks is amazing. You notice things that would otherwise go unnoticed should you be busy blabbering with someone else.

There’s only a handful of us in the evening shift. One lady that stands out from the rest of us is a lady whose stationed not far from me. She works alone in that area. And oftentimes I hear her typing while listening to “All By Myself”. She never fails to give me a chuckle or two.

And the guard, the unfortunate dude who gets stuck in the night shift, has to listen to Hagibis all night. I asked him about it and as it turns out that’s the only playlist the office provided him with. I pity the dude.

The whole floor is virtually empty when the moon is up. By 12 midnight every other team, except ours, leave the premises. That’s when the entire office turns into a playground. When you’ve got no work and nothing to keep you entertained, you do what you can to make up for it.

Don’t worry, I don’t mess with the other workstations. But before writing this, I managed to look at the view from my office from almost every window – and we’ve got a lot of windows. Out of boredom, I managed to count just how long it would take for the hand dryer to dry my hands. 50 seconds for those of you wondering.

With my PSP, I had been able to watch all those flicks I haven’t been able to watch because I have no time. In the night shift, I have more time than anything. Also, I managed to reduce my consumption of cigarettes to less than half a pack a day. That’s huge. I don’t spend as much, too.

Despite every good thing that comes along with being in the night shift, I’m afraid I’m gonna go insane if this goes on for another week or so. I need to do something. God knows I hate doing nothing. I waste my time on weekends. Weekdays are the only days that are supposed to make sense for me.

Waking up knowing that I’m going to work to do nothing isn’t motivating at all.