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Toughing it out...
Jul. 31st, 2003 01:46 pmI'm four days into a series of basically midnight-to-eight assignments, and still have not properly adjusted my sleep cycle. I got about three hours of sleep yesterday, which was a half hour improvement over the previous day. Staying awake last night was murder, and I believe I did doze for a few minutes near that witching hour of 5 am so universally known and cordially hated by those who have served in the military. I've got two more nights of this, after which the scuttlebutt says I'll be doing some daytime work for a while.
This morning, after being relieved by the new shift, I felt up to stopping by the client's office to accept an invitation to stay a few extra weeks doing NASA-related work, and to talk about participating in another contract the company landed recently. Ultimately, I ended up staying for the IT orientation that's part of the procedure for undertaking the new work. I finally got out of there in time to go pay the water taxes for one of our properties and then go home.
I've just taken lunch off the stove and if I manage to get to bed within an hour, I might be able to pull 7 hours of sleep out of the hat before reporting for work again tonight.
Yesterday, while moping around the house in expectation of falling into the arms of Morpheus (and no, I'm not talking about Laurence Fishburn... ), I watched a couple of episodes from the 3rd season of Farscape, which were moderately enjoyable, and obviously kept me awake. I didn't have all that much trouble following what was going on (actually, the further I got, the more confused I became, but that's another tale... ) except it I fairly clearly apprehended that the lead character in the series - a fellow by the name of Crichton - gets himself killed somewhere in the middle of the season.
I fully expected the follow-on episode, which hinted of spirit communication and resurrection, to follow through and deliver the handsome NASA astronaut back to the land of the living and the arms of his true love, but that was not to be. Instead, he appears - hale and hearty, I might add - in a subsequent episode (assuming the episodes are not arranged in some arbitrary order on the disk).
Weird, but it didn't (and don't expect it to) cause me to lose any sleep... I don't think.
Anyway, I'll rest for another 20 minutes or so and let the food settle and then hit the rack.
Cheers...
This morning, after being relieved by the new shift, I felt up to stopping by the client's office to accept an invitation to stay a few extra weeks doing NASA-related work, and to talk about participating in another contract the company landed recently. Ultimately, I ended up staying for the IT orientation that's part of the procedure for undertaking the new work. I finally got out of there in time to go pay the water taxes for one of our properties and then go home.
I've just taken lunch off the stove and if I manage to get to bed within an hour, I might be able to pull 7 hours of sleep out of the hat before reporting for work again tonight.
Yesterday, while moping around the house in expectation of falling into the arms of Morpheus (and no, I'm not talking about Laurence Fishburn... ), I watched a couple of episodes from the 3rd season of Farscape, which were moderately enjoyable, and obviously kept me awake. I didn't have all that much trouble following what was going on (actually, the further I got, the more confused I became, but that's another tale... ) except it I fairly clearly apprehended that the lead character in the series - a fellow by the name of Crichton - gets himself killed somewhere in the middle of the season.
I fully expected the follow-on episode, which hinted of spirit communication and resurrection, to follow through and deliver the handsome NASA astronaut back to the land of the living and the arms of his true love, but that was not to be. Instead, he appears - hale and hearty, I might add - in a subsequent episode (assuming the episodes are not arranged in some arbitrary order on the disk).
Weird, but it didn't (and don't expect it to) cause me to lose any sleep... I don't think.
Anyway, I'll rest for another 20 minutes or so and let the food settle and then hit the rack.
Cheers...
