I checked my schedule last night. I’m not scheduled past 10/19. I know that 10/19 is my last night with my current trainer, she told me, so…what’s next? It’s only been three weeks on nights.
Still, there’s a part of me that is desperately aching to get back to days. I mean, besides my circadian rhythm. I beat that bitch into submission.
Night shift is not my crowd. They are cliquey, negative, and honestly just not much fun to be around. (There’s one exception, but he also works days. Mans is an Overtime Machine!)
Where day shift would crack a joke, night shift nitpicks. Where day shift would poll the room about each other’s astrological signs or show off tattoos, night shift keeps to their own screens. Where day shift would rally around someone suffering after a difficult call, night shift brings up their worst calls.
There’s no singing on night shift.
An emergent return is met with “The crew better not spend too much time at the hospital” on nights, rather than “So you’re saying they’re H-O-T-T-O-G-O?” on days.
And I much prefer Lt Serious and Lt Buddy to Lt Fuckin Joe, who has said two (2) words to me all week.
Anyway, night shift is temporary, and I keep it silly and happy up in my head. I won’t let them get me down!