Every time I walk down the corridor, there always seems to be some shift just waking up. Whatever the time of day there are a couple of zombies in the canteen chowing down whatever’s going at the time for breakfast. (Whether it’s sloppy joes or chillie corn dogs – for them its breaky. Yeuch.) And, similarly, there are always people asleep or going to bed.
This is because the ruffneck night shift starts at 12 am and finishes at 12pm and the day shift which is vice versa. Then there’s the 8 other subcontracting companies who all do different hours, which never sit with a normal 9 – 5. And then there’s us who do whatever hours we need to do that day depending on who or what we’re following. It’s all very bizarre. People staggering around half awake, saying good morning to people who’ve just got off shift and are wide awake, who say good evening back - it being their evening time - and then there’s almost always some guy who should be in bed fast asleep, who’s just staring at the desserts in the fridge. Spaced out, hungry and unable to sleep. No one seems to know what time, it should really be. It’s kind of like living with 60 people who are all in small, heavily jet lagged tribes wearing their matchin company gear, all living in different time zones in the same tiny space. ODD.
This can lead to some problems. The magnetic safety stop for the running machine, suddenly disappeared the other day. It was blatantly half inched by a ruffneck on nights who couldn’t sleep, because of people running during the day. It’s since been replaced by a magnet, the real one probably buried in the snow somewhere in the tundra. I’ve been trying to run at shift change over times since. (but I’m not the only runner.)
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