Working nights sucks. Period. My job, in a nutshell, is to take attendance for the employees in the plant. If they can’t come in to work, they are to call the recorder and leave a message. I take the message, input it into the computer system, and then tell another clerk to make sure we have someone coming in to take the absentee’s place. Highly thrilling. Between the hours of 11pm and 4am, we have virtually nothing to do except run the next day’s time cards and a few reports. The phone doesn’t ring and we can’t do anything to bring in the next shift until 4. I putz around a lot, file some, try to find something to do but mostly I’m bored.
The hardest part is being on separate schedules from Rob. We sleep at opposite hours and we don’t get a chance to talk while I’m at work. He’s awake while I’m asleep and he’s sleeping while I’m awake. It’s harder than I thought it would be. The good news is that I had the last 2 days off while the plant was shut down and apricots finish up on Friday. I’ll have about 10 days off before peaches begin and the really hectic time starts. By August, the plant will be running peaches, fruit cocktail and pears.
Having time off means we actually will get to go somewhere for our anniversary.  I’m not sure when we’ll go but the tenative plan now is to go to San Francisco for a few days and stay at the hotel where we spent part of our honeymoon. It’s been ages since we were gone more than one night without being with family.