My Time In The Graveyard

You'd think from the title that this was going to be a scary Halloween post. Maybe I would tell you a story about going to some spooky cemetery, wandering among the dead and being confronted by an angry specter. That would be cool right? Unfortunately, this has nothing to do with a haunting and everything to do with work.

This weekend I had the privilege of doing some fill in work on WGN. I hosted a show early Friday morning, did my regular show early Sunday morning and was back this morning for an early shift. Everything was great, except trying to adjust to the schedule. Third shifters are a unique bunch. They work when the rest of the world is snoozing. The Dunkin' Donuts guy, cops, factory workers, all sweatin' while we're dreamin'. I always think of the Holsum bread jingle when discussing the overnight shift. Sing with me if you know it. "At three in the morning when you're in bed, the Holsum bakers are baking bread, and that is the reason it tastes so good, like oven fresh Holsum bread should." I always love a musical stroll down memory lane.

I have been trying to figure out a sleep schedule for the last few days. Do I stay up after I get home, and go to bed in the afternoon? Do I go to sleep for a few hours, get up and go back for a nap? As you can imagine, all this thinking made me tired and I took a nap anyway. I'm sure people who work this shift all the time get used to it, and I would too, if only I weren't plagued by the guilt of sleeping during the day. I think a couple weeks of the graveyard shift would erase any pangs I felt and I'd become a day sleeper like a vampire.

I've got to get rolling. It's time for "Daughter" and I to carve our pumpkin for tomorrow. I'm not sure exactly when a pumpkin turns into a jack-o-lantern. Maybe when some punks smash it in the street. Later...Brian