At Home on the Night Shift
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What exactly do people do at home in the evening? I ask because I work nights, and have done so pretty much all of my work life. I am at home tonight. I took the night off -- just because. When I signed myself out a week ago, I thought that it would be great to be at home on a weeknight and, well, feel normal. Strangely, I don't.
I don't quite know what to do with myself. I sought help on the Internet and found a list of 10 fun things to do at home, but the suggestions were pretty cheesy.
I can hear the Commodores singing: "Gonna be a long night, it's gonna be all right on the nightshift You found another home, I know you're not alone on the nightshift" (of course, they're singing about dead people, but you have to admit it's nice and mellow -- so 1980s)
I should be doing homework (not housework), but that would be a waste of a night off. I tried watching television, but I hear there's nothing good on and it just feels odd. I thought about cooking and setting the table and having a real meal at the dining room table as opposed to at my desk, but I am not really hungry and I'd have to do dishes.
I thought of organizing some stuff in my house, but that's a chore than can be put off for a regular day at home (besides it is so boring).
I thought of going to see a movie, but that would require me to get dressed and I don't want to think about style or coordination. I thought about playing the piano, but my neighbors are at home and I don't want to annoy them.
I don't know what to do at home on a weeknight. Or maybe, I've got it all wrong.
Why do I have to do anything at all? Why not just sit here, be still and enjoy it?
Because in about five minutes, I'm going to be nuts.
What exactly do people do at home in the evening? I ask because I work nights, and have done so pretty much all of my work life. I am at home tonight. I took the night off -- just because. When I signed myself out a week ago, I thought that it would be great to be at home on a weeknight and, well, feel normal. Strangely, I don't.
I don't quite know what to do with myself. I sought help on the Internet and found a list of 10 fun things to do at home, but the suggestions were pretty cheesy.
I can hear the Commodores singing: "Gonna be a long night, it's gonna be all right on the nightshift You found another home, I know you're not alone on the nightshift" (of course, they're singing about dead people, but you have to admit it's nice and mellow -- so 1980s)
I should be doing homework (not housework), but that would be a waste of a night off. I tried watching television, but I hear there's nothing good on and it just feels odd. I thought about cooking and setting the table and having a real meal at the dining room table as opposed to at my desk, but I am not really hungry and I'd have to do dishes.
I thought of organizing some stuff in my house, but that's a chore than can be put off for a regular day at home (besides it is so boring).
I thought of going to see a movie, but that would require me to get dressed and I don't want to think about style or coordination. I thought about playing the piano, but my neighbors are at home and I don't want to annoy them.
I don't know what to do at home on a weeknight. Or maybe, I've got it all wrong.
Why do I have to do anything at all? Why not just sit here, be still and enjoy it?
Because in about five minutes, I'm going to be nuts.
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