Is rough, just saying.

For those of you who work the night shift and it’s your life, more power to ya! It’s not for me. Let me ‘splain.

As you know I am in Michigan on a project and Train-The-Trainer, or T3 for those ‘in the know’ is complete, train the end user is complete, of course there will be some new hire training and people who might have missed, maybe they were on vacation or out sick.

Now…it’s time for Go-Live! Flip the switch and it’s magic, new application.

Go-live started at 3am this morning, which was just before I was falling asleep last night, I was not due to be here until 4pm, and here I am, 4pam-6am, just at three hours left to my shift.

I normally work during the day, so overnight is not always the easiest when you’re not used to it. If you’ve been working nights, once you get used to it, you’re golden, but if you’re not…

I’ve done go-live implementations before and after a while you get used to the crazy hours, hospitals being 24/7. Today, you know I’m on 4p-6a, tomorrow, 6p-6a and then next week I’m on 6a-6p. I would rather be on the 6a-6p schedule, when we teach classes they are generally 7a-4p, you have to be there at 6a to prep for the class, so not a far stretch.

As we know, I have a bit of insomnia, so I am usually falling asleep somewhere between 2 and 4am, and since I’m nocturnal, it’s not too bad this overnight stuff, but the first time is a doozie, I don’t have the option of falling asleep if I want to.

It’s all good, soon I will go to the hotel, close the curtains tight, crawl under the covers and zzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

If anyone even thinks about trying to wake me too soon…

Nothing to talk about.

Did you ever have that feeling that you want to talk about something but don’t know where to start? I know, I know, those that know me, and now you, my readers know me pretty well, you know I never seem to run out of things to say and admittedly, that is true. For example, right now, I am blathering on about having nothing to say, which, by my word count in this post is just not true.

There are some things that annoyed me today and other things made me laugh, so I guess the day evened out in the end. I’m doing fine, just don’t feel like blogging, but didn’t I just do that by rambling endlessly? [well, almost endlessly]

Drats…foiled again!

We all have those instances that make us feel old. Today…was a doozy.

When I talk to people who weren’t born before or when Star Wars came out. Someone who was just born when I went to college or high school, maybe I’m friendly with them and their parents are my age, that sort of thing. Today was no different.

Normally the classes we teach are made up of people ranging between mid-twenties, thirties to fifties and older and when I introduce myself, I say that I’ve been a software trainer for about twenty years and when the classes are older, I joke, “I know, I know, I just look 12” and they laugh. Especially when the class is made up of people in their 50’s.

Today’s class was made up of first year Pharmacy students, about 21 years old, although they looked much younger.I refrained from saying the same thing to the class because realized that I’ve been training  almost as long or even longer than they have been around. THAT made me feel old!

Then I went back to the hotel after class, hung out with people their age, who don’t make me feel old and some people my age and it was all better.

Goodnight!

Total random musing today, which was inspired by a power outtage at work right in the middle of class.

Have you ever noticed that when you get up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom, you make your way there with your eyes closed or even half open, you don’t turn on a light and seem to function just fine. Ok, sometimes you stub your toe, it happens, but you get over it.You find the room, the toilet, do your thing, wash your hands and head back to bed, no problem.

But…when the lights go out, especially when you’re at work, it feels weird to go to the bathroom. There are emergency lights in the hallway or maybe outside light coming in from the windows and you can get around the office, but when it comes to going to the bathroom, you’re a little wigged out and worried about not having a light for the bathroom. Maybe you find a flashlight or use the light from your phone, you’re still not as comfortable as you are in the middle of the night at home.

Why is that?

When I do something that I know will be bad, it had better be worth it! and today it was, well, sort of.

I know I’ve told you that I’m lactose intolerant and that about a month ago, I gave up dairy altogether. Another thing I gave up over a month ago was soda; I used to have a few a month, but then I decided it was time to give it up, since I’m not supposed to have it. Well, to be more specific caffeine and colored soda and I really like coca cola. It’s been an adjustment, but I’ve been making it work, albeit begrudgingly on occasion.

There have been a few times I have been desperate for both, but resisted. Today was another story.

As I am heading back to Michigan tomorrow for about two months, and was in one of those wonky moods, nothing bad, just wonky, I wanted something I really enjoyed and missed! I wanted a slice and a soda…please!

As I’ve said, if I am going to do or eat something I know is really bad, it had better be worth it. I decided to take a chance.

We ordered from Abo’s Pizza, http://abospizza.com/, the best pizza we have found in Colorado and a real NY style pizza joint, so you know I’m happy! I also ordered a coca cola from the soda fountain, there is nothing better than a coke from the fountain, yum. And let’s be honest, pizza is not the same when you have it with water.

I knew it wouldn’t help very much, but I took a lactaid pill with my first sip and ahhhh…that first sip was delicious and then there was the first bite of pizza…ahhhh. I finished the slice and sat and waited, it was slow going. Most times when I eat something bad for me, it hits within moments, the pizza and soda were doing their thing pretty quickly, but I soldiered on, I knew it would be my last for a while.

I let the first slice digest and then realized I was hungry and wanted another, so I dug in and had the second slice and most of the soda. It was heavenly, sigh!

And then about thirty minutes later, it happened and that’s all I’m going to say about it.

Your first question should be: Will I be doing that again? Most likely no. Your next questions should be: Was it worth it? Oh yes!