Disregarding my occasionally infamous golf course outbursts, I have the kind of demeanor that would make historians describe me as “stoic” if I were a war general or the quarterback for the Steelers in the 1970s. For the most part, there really isn’t a whole lot in the world that gets me upset. All that changes when I work nights.
There are a few good things about working nights. The bosses aren't here, so anarchy rules. I have free reign of the break room fridge (no name means fair game when it comes to left overs), and I can pretty much camp out in the only room with a patient on a vent and have a marathon infomercial viewing session.
The parts that chap my ass include the sleep deprivation, the soul crushing boredom that hits at 2 in the morning, and the fact that all the good websites are blocked by the firewall. WTF? If it wasn't for the fact that I'm as tough as a ten penny nail I'd probably be reduced to a shell of a person, but here I am, in all my glory, keeping my one loyal follower happy. You are happy, aren't you?
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