Normal Rico...(Maybe)
For the next 3 months or so, I will be in the day shift. I will be living as normal people do. I will be feeling that oh so sweet rejuvinated feeling of one who has had a good night's sleep. The operative word being "night" as the schedule for sleep as God intended it to be. One of many, if not the most relevant of perks of having this shift.
I accept this change without knowing what lies ahead of me. It is not what I had expressed as a choice. Far from it actually. I am the choice that has been chosen in actuality. I have been told it is for this and that and for this or that I have no complains. Only questions and wonders. Whose answers to, I know, I will only get in time (next week). I have adjusted to many things earlier than the start of this year. Adjusting still, makes no difference.
And with a new shift comes a new team. I will be letting go of my current team and, like my shift, will be assigned a new one. I must admit that will not be too easy for me. Especially since I feel I still have much to do with the my current roster. I have proven myself half of what I have set as my own expectations. Of myself. And now, I must start again. Which isn't to discount the sentimentality of my soon to be former roster. Not that anyone will be shedding any over anything.
I don't mean to be to melodramatic about moving to a new shift. If anything is to be said of me of these last months it should be that I am resilient. I will miss the action of the night shift. Now, most of the action that will probably reach me will be only news of it. Which isn't to say that there won't be any action waiting for me in the day. It is the reason for this and that. I will also miss working with the fellows of the night, especially my asshole buddy Mark. We were in the habit of being men who stab each other in the front but defends each others back in the workplace. As to not to get ourselves in any unnecessary shit we couldn't shovel our way out of. It'll be different now that's for sure. The days are those of solitude I hear. One must get used to working in silence and contemplation. Fuck!
Que sera, sera I suppose.
I accept this change without knowing what lies ahead of me. It is not what I had expressed as a choice. Far from it actually. I am the choice that has been chosen in actuality. I have been told it is for this and that and for this or that I have no complains. Only questions and wonders. Whose answers to, I know, I will only get in time (next week). I have adjusted to many things earlier than the start of this year. Adjusting still, makes no difference.
And with a new shift comes a new team. I will be letting go of my current team and, like my shift, will be assigned a new one. I must admit that will not be too easy for me. Especially since I feel I still have much to do with the my current roster. I have proven myself half of what I have set as my own expectations. Of myself. And now, I must start again. Which isn't to discount the sentimentality of my soon to be former roster. Not that anyone will be shedding any over anything.
I don't mean to be to melodramatic about moving to a new shift. If anything is to be said of me of these last months it should be that I am resilient. I will miss the action of the night shift. Now, most of the action that will probably reach me will be only news of it. Which isn't to say that there won't be any action waiting for me in the day. It is the reason for this and that. I will also miss working with the fellows of the night, especially my asshole buddy Mark. We were in the habit of being men who stab each other in the front but defends each others back in the workplace. As to not to get ourselves in any unnecessary shit we couldn't shovel our way out of. It'll be different now that's for sure. The days are those of solitude I hear. One must get used to working in silence and contemplation. Fuck!
Que sera, sera I suppose.
posted by Joseph Richard Saints at 5:55 PM
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