And I complain about missing my hockey games this year…

apparently someone up there heard me. starting next week I go back to working days. And the sweet shift, to boot. If… you call having to work Sunday, of all freakin’ days to work, the sweet shift. But at least it’s 7 to 4. As opposed to 11 to 8, or my personal favourite from when I first started taking calls–2 to 11. At least I can catch a rush hour bus home! And watch my hockey! And CSI! And… and… and… oh, it’s almost enough to make me forget why I started working nights in the first place. Almost. Except for that 11 to 8 shift, or my personal favourite–2 to 11. They’re enough to make a man half crazed. At least if the man in question catches a bus that stops running at midnight when he’s stuck on a call ’til 12:30. But that doesn’t happen now! … God forbid. Hey, maybe I can get back into my roleplaying…

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