Working nights really sucks for me – I’ve never been a night person, and I’ve always been a light sleeper, so when I try to sleep while the rest of the world is noisy and bright, I just don’t get any rest. I’m semi-useful at the beginning of the week when I’ve spent 90% of the weekend asleep, but the closer it gets to Friday, the loss of sleep catches up with me.
When I don’t sleep, the world is Technicolor and fuzzy (why is it that colors look especially vivid, but blurry, when I’m sleep deprived). Sound is muffled, and it takes a few seconds for me to process information – I probably shouldn’t be driving or operating heavy machinery, especially since drinking coffee does nothing to combat the fatigue when it’s gone past a certain point.
Stuff happens at work (interdepartmental dust-up over weight limits on a truss resulting in engineer coming out and posting a big notice that the truss is at weight limit and no more than three people are to stand in the same area of the catwalks at any given time, effects guy falling off platform and breaking several bones), but by the time I get home I’m completely wrecked and can’t do anything other than collapse into the bed, desperately hoping to get more than three hours’ sleep before the noise outside keeps me awake.
The only thing that’s making me feel better (I’m not sure if it’s genuine schadenfreude or just misery loving company) is the knowledge that everyone else is just exactly as tired and miserable as I am – some even more so. I’m told that small children simply do not understand the concept of being quiet so someone can sleep during the day, so one of my co-workers is lucky to get an hour and a half of sleep each day.
I suppose in comparison, I’m lucky – I’m managing to get between three and five hours per day.