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Consolation
Oct. 9th, 2008 12:40 pmSince last February, when our store began opening an hour earlier each day, I've been getting up at 4 am on work days. This tends to give other people pause when they hear about it, but now that I am used to it it really doesn't bother me much.
It becomes something of a problem when I train new night bakers, and have my sleep cycle completely dislocated. Tuesday night I started training the first of my three new night people. It went well (except for the part when we discovered that the afternoon dishwasher had failed to wash the large mixer bowl--oh, the trauma!), but it was after 4 am when we finished.
Night baking is physically demanding work, and training is mentally demanding. I drove home in the darkness of the night, feeling all the previous 20 hours of awakeness pressing down on me. I parked and got out and looked up as I walked down the driveway to my apartment door.
There in the southern sky Orion faced off against Taurus, the mighty bull of heaven. Sirus tagged along at the hunter's heels, and from their perch on the bull's shoulder the Pleiades glittered as they gazed down on the sleeping world. I gazed back at them for a long time.
It becomes something of a problem when I train new night bakers, and have my sleep cycle completely dislocated. Tuesday night I started training the first of my three new night people. It went well (except for the part when we discovered that the afternoon dishwasher had failed to wash the large mixer bowl--oh, the trauma!), but it was after 4 am when we finished.
Night baking is physically demanding work, and training is mentally demanding. I drove home in the darkness of the night, feeling all the previous 20 hours of awakeness pressing down on me. I parked and got out and looked up as I walked down the driveway to my apartment door.
There in the southern sky Orion faced off against Taurus, the mighty bull of heaven. Sirus tagged along at the hunter's heels, and from their perch on the bull's shoulder the Pleiades glittered as they gazed down on the sleeping world. I gazed back at them for a long time.
