Wish I could say I worked on the show last night but... my night literally went like this:
3pm-8:30pm -- Happy. Knowledgeable I'll be going home soon. Happy to be able to watch MITB then hang with my wife for a while and go to bed at like 2am...
8:35 -- Was mandatoried to stay until 7am due to the rash of callouts. Completely crestfallen. Called wife, told her I'll be home @ 7am... boo hoo!
9:05pm -- Told they balanced things out, I DON'T have to stay. Called wife, told her I'll be home @ 11:40pm! Whoo hoo!
10:55pm -- FIVE MINUTES before my "official" shift ends... (We hang out for a half hour to let third shift do their counts and to respond if backup is needed.) some douchebag in the other building calls out. Dejected now... had to tell wife not coming home again... saddened.. hurt. Ugh.
11pm -- Did 10 urines...
12am-3am -- Did things around the building because we were short and running around like chickens with our heads chopped off.
3am-4am -- Worrying about Ramadan and if the Muslim populace has everything they need for it.
4am-6am -- Workers going out to work, all the houses being called for breakfast, vendors coming in to fill the machines, etc, etc.
6am-7am -- Let in co-workers who decided to come to work today (already 3 callouts on top of the 8 from yesterday.) and then at 7am run out of here like a fat kid running for a fresh McDonald's pie.