You see, I arrive home from night work at around 11:30pm. It takes me at least another hour to wind down, so I am not actually in bed until nearly 1am. The alarm is set for 6:30am so I can get in the shower before Kyle.
The drive to court takes an hour – screw you, rush hour – and when I’m finished in court, it’s another hour home. I get a couple hours at home before getting ready for night work again. It’s a vicious cycle, which has me completely drained.
I am so very tired. I just want to sleep for ten hours and recover. One of my coworkers saw me leaning against the corridor wall with my head back and said, “Dude, are you sleeping standing up?” Since I don’t remember what said initially, the answer was yes.
Today and tomorrow are my days off this week, and I’ll be spending them downtown. Saturday morning Ballroom Dancing Class for Kevin starts at 9, and I go back to work Saturday night. At this point, my only chance of more than five hours’ sleep is Saturday into Sunday.
Look, I know court appearances are part of the job, but when the ADAs send you a week’s worth of notices while you’re working night work, the money doesn’t seem worth it.