Night Shifts

I have been working since I was 16. And in those last almost-40 years of working, I have never worked shifts. Sure I’ve worked late nights in those long years of restaurant and bar service, but I have never worked actual rotating, days/afternoons/nights shifts. Until now. Demand is such that Brunswick moved to 12-hour shifts last week. The two-week pattern goes 2 on, 2 off, 3 on, 2 off, 2 on, 3 off. I know it’s early days yet, but so far my feelings can be summed up in three words: Not a fan. I’m good working until about hour …

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Catching up

It’s been a while. I went to Hamilton yesterday to meet Renee and Robert at Merit Brewing, a new place in my old hometown. As we sat talking and drinking, I wondered why I’ve stopped writing. Other than captions on Instagram or Facebook, I haven’t played with words at all. My novel is languishing, I’m carrying around a notebook that is still empty 3 months after purchasing it (except for a grocery list), and the last post here was February. I can’t get back the time I’ve lost dicking around on social media, hitting refresh to see what I’m missing and …

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Germany, day 1

Enchanting. Delightful. Charming. Lovely. Inviting. Quaint. All of these describe Freising to a tee. On a Sunday afternoon, words like sleepy, quiet and dead also describe it. One thing I was to learn about German is that their lifestyle is a far cry from the North American convenience/consumer culture that I am used to. I loved it. We landed on a Sunday, and walked downtown to grab something to eat after we checked into Gastof Lerner. Almost everything was closed (including the ice cream place with Hefe Weissbier gelato), but we stumbled on Spaten – Schanke, a small restaurant owned by an older husband …

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Day 78 – Wednesday Nov 19

Last few weeks have slipped past in a bit of a blur. Lots of work and mental reorganization while I see if it’s possible for me to handle the workload, work two jobs, spend time with my beloved and maybe possibly see friends. And I dunno, maybe do some knitting or read a book for fun. The answer is, not really. Last weekend, I missed the Toronto Roller Derby End of Season party because of work, since the responsible adult part of my brain decided that eating next week was more desired than partying for one night. My inner 22-year-old …

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