Working on the night moves.

 The overnight shift, how did I get stuck in this bogus detail. The most absurd thing is I volunteered for it. I've been doing this shift on the weekend for 7 years now, at the truck stop diner where I work. Starting out part time at first. Of course, this wasn't my first rodeo doing the overnight at this diner, because I when I worked there the first time from 2010-2014 I worked the overnight shift as well. 

        It takes a part of my soul every time I work it it feels like. Things seems different when you've been up all night, the brain doesn't work right. No one understands what it's like. I think in many ways working these kinds of hours makes me feel even more lonely, more isolated. Maybe because I'm so detached from a normal schedule of sleep and waking time. 

    Then there are the times when you get out and you can't sleep at all, and the million thoughts that I usually have buzzing around in my brain are made even worse by the bizarre cracked out lack of sleep feeling. Even when I do get to sleep I seldom feel much like socializing with anyone. Or doing much of anything at all. 

        It's like I'm on a different vibration than most people. My week begins on Friday night and ends on my second shift Tuesday 3-11. I look forward to my days off then sometimes I don't even know what to do when they come and I end up stuck, walking the Earth. Even worse because the day I looked forward to so much arrived and I don't even find it relaxing or enjoyable at all. Wherever you go there you are. And sometimes my own company, well it leaves something to be desired.