I’ve always known that I was a night owl but I don’t think it’s ever been more apparent than tonight. While working on a very large project, about 20-30 people in our department have been working crazy hours…most of them doing 9am-9pm. Today was a bit more difficult, most people had done 9am-midnight. I’ve also been consistently working from 9:30am-12:30am the last 3 days, I’m sure that I’ve clocked the most hours out of the 30 (for only these 3 days). Even now, I’m still at work at 4am. I’m the only one here tho and while I woke up at 8am (and have been awake for 20 hours), I’m tired but not tired enough to prevent me from writing a blog post which I’ve been itching to do for days now. I’ve had so many topics come to mind recently but this one is clear in my head right now, so I’ll discuss.
At midnight, some of my usual friendly co-workers had become highly irritable, obviously a combination of sleep deprivation, stress, and…hard-workingness. While I was momentarily sleepy around the 9pm mark, I, like previous nights, assumed I would catch my second (awake) wind…and I did. At 11pm, I was wide awake…even now, 6 hours later, I’m in decent enough shape to write yet another grammatically horrible post. Going back to my co-workers, at the 2am mark, only maybe 5 of the 15 still here were “okay”. The rest were…DONE. Like, tired….not thinking, zoning out, getting pissed off, etc. Of the 5 that were okay, only 2 were as chipper as I. I was all smiley and those around me couldn’t understand it….and they hated it. I’d been putting in just as many hours as everyone else…why was I still “okay”? I don’t know the answer myself but I know that I’m not very happy in the morning…and that I’m much better at night. And for the other 90% of people, it’s the opposite.
Hmm, I might continue this post later, it’s 4:30am and I have to wake up at 8:30am…I should probably get home and get a few hours of sleep.
To be continued.
