Graveyards

I'm about an hour and a half away from finishing up my second grave in a row. This shift does crazy things to my body and brain. I start hearing things the more tired I get. My body also gets colder through the night. Last night around 4 a.m. I bundled myself up in my scarf and coat because I was freezing so bad. These shifts render me helpless to tears, too. As in, I cry at anything. I can make myself weep just imagining anything touching. It's sad, really, in a more-pathetic, less-weepy sort of way. I also get highly UNmotivated to anything more productive than complete a crossword puzzle...which I have yet to start this evening. I did manage to get quite a bit done tonight, but not as much as I could honestly do in a nine-hour period when I'm dedicated to the process of work. Mostly I sat on the internet tonight. No, I was not looking up porn. Geez, there are other things to do on the internet than illegal things that would have me fired from the shelter. I also talk to myself more when I get this sleepy. The worst part of this shift, however, is the drive home. That's when I turn the music up louder than necessary and sing and dance to whatever is on. If that doesn't work my only other option is calling Kelly and waking him up and making him talk to me until I get home. But I don't like to do that for two reasons 1)I don't like waking people up, and 2)then I have to drive while talking on the phone AND drive tired. You know, they've done studies that show that driving under the influence of sleep deprivation is worse in some cases and is always comparable to driving under the influence of alcohol. Let me assure you, it's true. Oh, gotta go. I think I just heard a door open again. Except I know I didn't because I can see the entire shelter from where I'm sitting. I'm just hearing things. At least I can't imagine that it's ghosts. We just moved into this facility in September so there can't be ghosts here yet. I explained all the weird noises in the old shelter on ghosts because I'm pretty sure it was haunted. But I'm going to get up and walk around some and go to the bathroom again and eat so that when I get home and go to bed I don't wake up starving two hours later. Thank goodness for Red Bull because without it I would fall asleep on these insane shifts. And I just know that the night I fall asleep at work will be the night the kids band together in mutiny and string me from the rafters upside down and throw darts at my toes. That would be bad but it would definitely wake me up. I would most likely lose my job in that case, though, and I don't want that to happen because I really like my job. Even when I work graveyards.