No, I’m not a vampire, I work in a nightclub
























Among the negative aspects of working in a nightclub is the terrible schedule. I’ll give props to my coworkers for whom this is a second job; these folks get out of work no earlier than two in the morning and have to be bright-eyed and bushy-tailed early the next morning. While I don’t share the same plight (this IS my “day” job), I do suffer the effects of a disturbed sleep schedule.





















A typical work night for me starts at 9:30 and ends at around 2:45. People assume that because that is the middle of the night, I must go home and just crash. That is not so in my case. How I explain it to people is like this: suppose I was working a nine to five job. I wouldn’t come home and go to sleep during the six o’clock news. I do the same thing a “normal” worker would do. I get something to eat, watch a little TV, and do housework. Even my dog is on this schedule; she gets walked at three in the morning like the average family pet does at 5:30 PM. There are even nights when I venture out into my neighborhood to take a walk (an activity that presents its own set of problems, but that‘s for another post).





















The problems with this vampire-esque schedule come during the day. Doctor’s or hair dresser appointments need to be scheduled in the early afternoon, and there is NOTHING worth watching on TV during the day. Without TV to entertain me, it would be nice to be able to call a friend for some social time, but I can’t. Most people I know work “normal” jobs. I spend the day watching movies (thank goodness for Netflix Watch Instantly) and putzing around the house. Or I browse Facebook to see what the rest of the world is up to. I’ll tell what they are up to: they are doing normal day time things like working. The first status update is usually GMFB (good morning Facebook) to which I sometimes reply: stop saying good morning when I haven’t gone to sleep yet.





















I wonder if I should audition for True Blood…