Monday mornings rant

I feel like I lost a day somewhere, ever since I started working nights a few weeks ago, can't seems to sleep enought. Well yesterday, I came home around 9 am, had a few pops, tried to stay up for a while but around 3pm went for a little nap. 6:30 am Monday morning I woke up. I was up since Saturday afteroon 4 pm, I guess I am not that young anymore.

I have been working days for ever, but the big boss at head office decided to save $65,000.00 per year out of a 8 million dollar contract and laid off one of the supervisor that was working night shift, so I have been moved to nights. So now the big boss has saved himself less then one percent, laid off one guy with a mortgage, wife and kids, manage to piss me off, change my life around, see Carol maybe 5 minutes between Wednesday and Sunday.

Now on Monday's, I try to go back to normal, meaning up during the day and sleep at night, but when comes Wednesday, get up in the morning, try to have a nap, like its possible and then off to work at 5 pm, and don't return home till 9 am the next day.
No wonder I slept 15 frikin hours. But like the big boss would say "at the end of the day" I am still employed.

Maybe when we go to Sosua, I'll just stay there and become a white sanky, become an high class male escort for those fat tourist that can't get laid in their own countries, now me make a joke about that. But it sure sounds like fun.