Tuesday, June 5, 2012


I chose to work second shift, because that was the shift that Tim was on. We've always been on opposite shifts, and for some reason, this has become increasingly difficult for me. So I worked second shift, and we had one blessed week with lots of time together. We were working on projects together, and spending time together, and...well...it was pretty darn nice. Then Tim's bid for another second shift job was accepted. He began training on day shift, first shift. Just Friday, he found out that the day shift fellow who is training him has taken a third shift job, which means the first shift job is open. They told Tim that if he bid on it, he would get it, (seniority-wise, experience-wise).

He has worked second shift for years now, and soundly hates it.

It might be years before he ever gets this chance again.

He gets up for work at 4:45, leaves the house at 5:30. I go back to bed for a little nap. I get up about nine. I leave for work at 1:15. He comes home to an empty house and a prepared supper which he needs to microwave or fish something out of the crock pot, or something. I get home about 10:30. He's sound asleep by then.

Our new schedule is a lot like our old schedule. Just backwards.

Will this ever end?!!!

You know, when you have a non-verbal client burst forth with great big huge belly laughs, it is a truly blessed moment. For that one period of time, you know for sure what they are feeling. The other times you are only guessing. It is a great feeling to be a part of that. Such a great feeling, and I am very fortunate to do the work that I do.


Jayne said...

It's either or, never perfect, but I know you and Tim will find a way to connect xx

jeanie said...

Oh no (and an ironic laugh) on the shiftwork shenanigans!

Bill of Wasilla said...

Four days a week it is just me, no wife here, she being in Anchorage, doing her baby sitting shift.