It is the lot of the shift worker that our hours leave us slightly out of sync with the wide world. TGIF, hump days, long weekends; none of these mean the same thing when you work 365 days a year 24 hours a day. While our family and friends plan holidays and trips around guaranteed days off, we wave them off, like their instagram photos, pull on our scrubs, and drive to work. I barely see my non-shift worker husband in a state where both of us are plan-free and not exhausted.
We instead, plan our weekends where we can, finding the odd day or two amid the fury of work days. For example, even though the calendar currently reads Wednesday, today is Friday for me. The dawn of a long weekend that stretches until Sunday. My weekend falls where my wonderful husband is working for two days, so I know I’ll only see him for one full day. My friends that also suffer the irregularly scheduled weekends live too far to plan outings, and I have no kids running around the house.
Does it sound like I’m complaining? I hope not. While everyone else, hubby included, will be pulling themselves into the shower tomorrow morning, and settling into a day of work; I’ll be spending the next two days sleeping in, playing with my dog, finishing the book I’m currently reading, and doing absolutely nothing.
I love being a shift worker. My weekends are bespoke and fit me (mostly) perfectly. Especially now I’m no longer a cricket widow. There are certainly some downfalls to working a rotating roster, but this is not one of them. TGIF(W)!!