Three nights straight and my body still hasn’t figured out what time zone it’s supposed to be in.
Ended up in the break room around 4am doodling in the corner of my notebook instead of actually resting, just swirly nothing shapes, whatever kept my hand busy for a bit.
One of the younger techs walked by and asked what I was drawing, scared me half to death actually! I just said “nothing much,” which, fair, it wasn’t much.
Been thinking a lot lately about how close I actually want to be with people at work, not in a bad way, just some days I want the small talk and some days I really don’t…
Got off at 7am, sun already up, sat in the car a minute before heading inside. Small thing but it helped.