the lost art of sleep

9 October 1998

Gods, I have GOT to start getting more sleep. I just got off graveyard shift at Sun and I am bloody exhausted. I knew I'd been up too long when I started mumbling things like "extra crispy nifty" and didn't think anything of it.

Why do I ALWAYS do this? I KNOW I have to work from 11 PM to 10 AM, and I KNOW I have to be asleep by 11 AM every day, or I'll be a heap of slobbering gelatinous DNA by the end of my shift. But I still manage to futz around and not get to sleep til noon or one, and then of course I don't want to miss anything on IRC, so I get up at 5 or 6 to catch Nancy and Amy. I start regretting this around 2 AM, after slogging back my nightly kidney-destroying 20 ounce Coke, washed down with a latte. By the time everyone else starts arriving for the day, I look like the Creature From the Black Lagoon -- bloodshot eyes, hair all rumpled up, nervously twitching because of too much coffee ingestion. (This does have the distinct advantage of scaring off upper level management which may be lurking about.)

And staff meetings? Double your pleasure, double your fun. The sole reason I take notes in these meetings is because if I didn't, I would have NO idea what we covered, come the morning (evening for the rest of the world), when I wake up from my stupor. My usual habit the day after a meeting is reviewing my notes and syncing all the data in my notebook up with my calendar and e-mail. It's worked pretty well so far. Which is good, because I think I store everything from meetings in RAM: it gets dumped every time I shut down for the day.

But I think it's all part of the adjustment period going to night shift. A month from now it'll be no problem. I'll probably be back to making snide remarks to people who complain about being tired from their day job.