I'm on night shift this week, had one last night (Monday->Tuesday) and am up for the night after this one, Wednesday to Thursday. Friday will be a regular day shift, to get back on track for the weekend.
Night shifts have something pleasant about them, and I think it is mainly that it is a so incredibly relaxed and friendly atmosphere on the workplace. A kind of brotherhood of men that were tricked into doing the night shift. The darkness makes most work impossible, so it's usually quiet apart from the work that is scheduled that night.
For the record: I'm working as a construction supervisor for the Province of Groningen, it's the 'labor orientation period' for school. My job is to make sure the rules are followed and the work that is being delivered happens safe and sound. The quality is most important, a lot of measuring, testing and calculating is part of the job; all results go to the construction company doing the work for us, and we usually have a lot of corrections for them. On one hand that makes us like policemen, but on the other hand, it would be bothersome if we wouldn't have any correction suggestions for the construction company.
Last night we removed the top layers of the tarmac on the provincial highway (the N360), which was open to traffic today. My main task that night was to supervise the smoothness of the chisel lines, if edges stand up from the tarmac, motorcyclists are at danger of falling. And the reason we're there is to prevent accidents, now and in the future. Also a remarkable happening was the intense rainstorm that struck us around 4:30 (AM) which took out two light-masts, which we placed according to working law for night work, probably caused by short-circuiting. A second rainstorm took out the construction company barrack (the place where construction workers have lunch etc. and where we do our work, close to the actual work-site), they had left the door open and the rain dropped in short-circuiting it.
The shifts last 12 hours, from 6PM to 6AM, I filled my time drinking coffee, walking around the construction site noticing and notifying as supervisors do, and chat with the lads enjoying the pleasant working atmosphere; even though it rained cats and dogs. At 5:30AM we reopened the road, after approval of me and the supervisor for the construction company and I cached the first bus passing that road that was headed for the train station. Through the rainstorms at the construction site I managed to remain dry and warm, but of course, on my way home, on my bike, another rainstorm dropped by and absolutely soaked me. Thankfully it's only 15 minutes from the train station to my home, so I leaped towards the shower as soon as I stepped off of my bicycle.
As you could have guessed from the title of this post and the story beneath it, here are the Commodores: "On The Night Shift." Which is kindah gay.
Night shifts have something pleasant about them, and I think it is mainly that it is a so incredibly relaxed and friendly atmosphere on the workplace. A kind of brotherhood of men that were tricked into doing the night shift. The darkness makes most work impossible, so it's usually quiet apart from the work that is scheduled that night.
For the record: I'm working as a construction supervisor for the Province of Groningen, it's the 'labor orientation period' for school. My job is to make sure the rules are followed and the work that is being delivered happens safe and sound. The quality is most important, a lot of measuring, testing and calculating is part of the job; all results go to the construction company doing the work for us, and we usually have a lot of corrections for them. On one hand that makes us like policemen, but on the other hand, it would be bothersome if we wouldn't have any correction suggestions for the construction company.
Last night we removed the top layers of the tarmac on the provincial highway (the N360), which was open to traffic today. My main task that night was to supervise the smoothness of the chisel lines, if edges stand up from the tarmac, motorcyclists are at danger of falling. And the reason we're there is to prevent accidents, now and in the future. Also a remarkable happening was the intense rainstorm that struck us around 4:30 (AM) which took out two light-masts, which we placed according to working law for night work, probably caused by short-circuiting. A second rainstorm took out the construction company barrack (the place where construction workers have lunch etc. and where we do our work, close to the actual work-site), they had left the door open and the rain dropped in short-circuiting it.
The shifts last 12 hours, from 6PM to 6AM, I filled my time drinking coffee, walking around the construction site noticing and notifying as supervisors do, and chat with the lads enjoying the pleasant working atmosphere; even though it rained cats and dogs. At 5:30AM we reopened the road, after approval of me and the supervisor for the construction company and I cached the first bus passing that road that was headed for the train station. Through the rainstorms at the construction site I managed to remain dry and warm, but of course, on my way home, on my bike, another rainstorm dropped by and absolutely soaked me. Thankfully it's only 15 minutes from the train station to my home, so I leaped towards the shower as soon as I stepped off of my bicycle.
As you could have guessed from the title of this post and the story beneath it, here are the Commodores: "On The Night Shift." Which is kindah gay.
4 comments:
I've never been a late night person, even when I was your age. That's why I've never worked at night. My internal time clock is usually ready for bed by 2330 on week nights and by 0100 on weekends.
I used to enjoy the night shift.
Wow you have such a butch job. Impressive. As for the Commodores it is kind of gay song for some reason I cannot figure out.
I enjoy the night shift...
Musta na? How are you?
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