It’s been a long, hot, sweat-soaked underwear kind of week, but the Democratic National Convention will end later this evening, and with it, my orgasm-inducing amount of overtime. And yes, while the OT is going to be glorious, it is not without its drawbacks. To wit:
Seven straight 12-hour workdays do terrible, horrible things to the human body, especially when you are working while the rest of the law-abiding world is sleeping. I’m fairly certain I shrunk an inch or two, and my bowel is confused by my frequent late night dumps. It also doesn’t help when a certain political party – try to guess which one; I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised – spends four straight days ranting about how much they despise you and your chosen profession.
Similarly, while the protests are making headlines, we are dealing with the same amount of homicides, shootings, stabbings, robberies, etc. we always see, but now with a skeleton crew. Most of our personnel is at the convention, and some detectives have already had 15-20 hour workdays. We have had a shooting every night, and a couple homicides. So there’s that.
Finally, I don’t even remember what my family looks like, although I’m pretty sure two of them are gingers. I come home, go to sleep, and wake up around 3pm, just a little over an hour before getting ready to go back to work. And with days off canceled, my next day off is Tuesday. Yeah. I fully expect to sleep the entire day, and maybe half of Wednesday.
Oh, lest I forget, I finish up tomorrow morning at 6am, just in time to start my day work tour at 7am. I am the only detective who has to suffer through this anomaly, so I will be enjoying a 21-hour workday.