Work Hazards

January 14th's shift was tough. Barely four hours of sleep for the previous days and that lack of rest took its toll on me. I could've taken it in stride if the sun were out, I suppose. But I work at night. Seated. Without physical activities. Oh yeah. Might have as well as shot myself in the head, I think.

The sensation was odd. My thought pattern was stable. Perception went down the sink though. I looked at things from periodically to keep awake but it was as if my eyeballs couldn't stop from skidding from side to side. Sometimes it was difficult to focus on something.

Getting off my chair and walking a bit seemed to help shake off the drowsiness. That and the unholy amount of coffee I've downed that night. They helped. But seated too long, it was guaranteed I'd lose consciousness and drowse in my station. Which would have been a serious offense had I been caught.

I still can't figure out how I made it thru without anyone noticing. Well, maybe those right next to me did and I do believe they helped. For which I'm totally grateful. I guess the point I'm trying to make is to never take rest for granted. I got into that bind because I had decided that I could forego sleep in favor of whatever it was that took up my time. And I paid for that recklessness.

Mitch's right. If I value my job, then I better get some sleep. Four hours total at least.