There are times when I miss the noon-to-8:30 shift. (Frequently when I’m trying to schedule any kind of appointment; never when I’m reminded of the pervasive workplace bias against non-standard shifts.) It’s not the work I miss, but the timing was occasionally convenient, and the company was often excellent. (I am okay at figuring out how to be friends with one person. Groups are much harder.)
But then there’s days when I wake up, and the cat encourages me to go out on the balcony, and the sun is just coming up, and there are some cool clouds and plane trails, and I just think, ‘yeah, that’s the good stuff.’
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