This is the week I have to work on night shift and I hate it. My English reverts to Engrish. I make more mistakes in speech and writing. I misspell almost everyone’s name including my own. Yeah, I’m not adapting to night shifts well. I worked night shift in three four times so far and I screwed up each time, which means longer hours correcting my mistakes.
O, why are you on the other side of the world, Employer?
I find it interesting that I feel rather detached from reality outside at the moment. A sense of isolation has increased. My control on temper has loosened a bit, too. I wonder if this is common among night-shift workers, especially those who have to work alone? Different sounds, different scents, and skewed perspective.
It’s quite strange. I had worked during nights before, but usually with a bunch of people. I’ve never worked on my own during nights before. I use music to keep these feelings at bay.
Albums I play frequently lately? Oasis’s Definitely Maybe, The Jayhawks’s Hollywood Town Hall, Lizz Wright’s Salt, Will’s mix CD he made for me (various tracks by various artistes); Dragon Ash’s Viva la Revolution (it’s getting a bit scratchy as I had this for about ten years?), The Flaming Lips; the original Trainspotting soundtrack, the original Rumble Fish soundtrack (Our Mother is Alive is probably my fave track of this one) and – sod you if you laugh – the Flashdance soundtrack (cheesy and badly dated, but so comforting). Crappy choices, I know, but ah well.
I prefer listening to music with lyrics when I work or write. I can’t handle it if it’s purely instrumental (which is why I’m somewhat surprised I could handle Rumble Fish) or Classical. I can’t write with TV or film on, but music? No problem. Will must have silence when he works at home, which I find interesting, considering how much he loves music. I wonder how it is for other people?
I can do the washing up with music on but that’s it. Am studying at the moment and would be distracted if radio, tv or music was playing.