A Compromise
OK… a cave in.
For the last year and a half or so, since Fr J left his position in the drug treatment centre where we both worked on 3rd Shift, my bosses as well as some of my coworkers have been trying to get me to move to 2nd shift (4pm – Midnight). I’ve been pushing for 1st (8AM – 4PM). My argument has been, all along, that when I work on 2nd I tend to stay up until 4 or 5 in the morning. No one else is awake at this hour so I end up being nocturnal and lonely: really hating it. Further, they’d want me to work on Saturdays, when I’d miss Vespers. (Point of fact, I’m usually asleep during vespers anyway, so let’s set that aside for now.)
But things have radically changed at work. It’s possible that switching shifts with someone would let her keep her job as well as me get more of a diurnal social life. And, while I’d not have my weeknights for socialising, point of fact, I don’t have them very much now either as most folks will tell you: I get rather grumpy if I’m pried out of the house when I first wake up. And.. most importantly, there’s someone I’d like to be able to be talking to (on the phone) after midnight when we’re both off work.
So tonight I agreed to the possibility of working on Second. My boss was overjoyed – as in glowing and jumping up and down.
Who knows? Maybe I am meant to be doing this?
Are there any good drug treatment programmes in Niagara, NY?








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