I don't like to complain much about working midnights. I don't want to seem like I'm looking for pity and, with the unemployment where it is, I don't want to complain about a job. Period.
I'm brining it up for another reason. See, when I was a young boy, my best friend's dad worked midnights a lot. He worked for the local ABC TV station, which was kind of cool since he always had some kind of giveaways from ABC. He had records, Frisbee's, bags; anything you can think of with the ABC logo on it. But, I digress. What I really remember from my younger years was him being cranky. He yelled a lot. He got kind of mad easily. He was just plum cranky. He didn't stay that way though. He certainly isn't now, but the change happened a long time ago. At the time I thought it was due to his mild heart attack he had since doctors always tell you to reduce stress. Now that I am older, and working midnights sometimes, I realize the change happened when he no longer worked the midnight shift.
For those who have never experienced the shift, it is kind of hard to explain. Your body just doesn't like switching around like that. You never feel rested, you are in a fog, you get cranky. Especially if you have a propensity to be a little on the stressed out side. (Yes, I'm talking about me.) That is the biggest reason I hate this shift. I hate being extra cranky. I know I am. I try not to be, I really do, but it is hard. I hate getting irritated by something stupid. I know I'm being stupid, but I seem to have little control. Something happens to that part of the brain when you flip your sleep schedule around. Well, at least it does to me. And my friend's dad. I'm just glad I don't have to work these all the time. I'm sure my family is too.
Oh, and Mr. B, I understand now. I really do.