Went to work last night, and my roster has changed yet again. Instead of 4 days, 2 off, 2 days, four off, 4 days I am now doing the following:
2 nights (which I just finished) 2 off, 6 days, 2 off, 4 days. All 12 hours long. All starting at the un-godly hour of 7am. (That is - work starts at 7am. Is that even legal?!?!? Isn't there a rule work can't start until GMA with Bert is over???)
I'm fairly sure I won't crack under the
sleep deprevation pressure, but know this. I have been plagued with Man's Greatest Question for the last two nights. "Why don't they make cheese slices big enough to fit properly on bread for a toasted sandwich??" This is all I can think of. It's starting to worry me the amount of time I've spent on this dilemma.
There can't much further for my attention to fall, can there?
The Three Questions Meme:
Ask me 3 questions. No more, no less. Ask me anything you want. Then go to your journal, copy and paste this, allowing your friends (including myself) to ask you anything, too.
Ask away - you know you want to...