Lifeless
In the last seven days I have worked fifty-eight hours and in just over eleven hours I have to be back at work for another twelve-hour shift (which is an improvement over last night’s which was fourteen). There’s a real possibility that I will need to work another twelve-hour shift tomorrow night and I’m already scheduled to work a twelve-hour shift on Sunday. So perhaps the large floating iridescent green dot which momentarily appeared in the center of my vision as I was driving home this morning is not cause for much concern.
I say all this not only to complain, but to explain my current state of mind. This job has isolated me from all but a very small core of individuals who understand and/or put up with both my perpetual moodiness and my schedule. But that realization doesn’t take the sting out of coming home again and again after twelve or fourteen hours to find that no one has called while I was away and that the cat is so happy to see me I have to lock him out of the bedroom so I can sleep just so I can go back into work.