Mr Mascellani's Musings

The Ramblings Of A Shift Worker

I am shift worker. I work 2 12 hour day shifts, followed by two 12 hour night shifts, followed by four days off.

I have been doing this for almost four years now. As a consequence, I no longer think in nine to five, monday
to friday, weekend terms.

And so every now again I have to ask

" What day is it?"
'It's the ninth of November'
'No, not the date, the DAY'

You should see some of the looks I get.

Another consequence Is that I don't have a regular sleeping pattern. And I love sleeping. But nowadays
I have to consider it as a hobby, a past-time. Something that I do in my spare-time.

Ahhh, spare-time, I have a dark distant memory of what that is.

(Yeah, yeah, I know,I know, How can I complain about not having sparetime when I have time to write
this blog? Give me some f*cking poetic licence, please. I mean, after all I AM a sensitive artiste after all.)

Shiftwork And Sleep.