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I am starting to feel like a broken record. On the one hand, I do like my current shift from certain angles. I have always been much more of a night owl than a morning person as anyone dumb enough to try to speak to me before...oh...11 in the morning? can attest. So working 4:30 in the afternoon until we are done about 2:30 or three doesn't bother me.

On top of that, I can show up, I know what needs to be done, I can throw on my headphones, go work, and at the end of the night generally know I have done at least my share and usually more. I like that. 

Additionally, I can get up at a reasonable hour like 11 or 11:30 which makes me much, much more pleasant in the morning. And I have a little more time to play my guitar, work on my book, play with the dog, etc., and that time will only expand as I get more used to the shift.

On the other hand...I blew it. Before I volunteered to take this shift I thought long and hard about it. And the more I thought about it, the more I thought it would be awesome because it would fit better with the Goose's schedule so we would see each other more.

I would like to officially announce that I am an idiot.

Like today...she was gone for school before I got up and I will be gone for work before she gets home. Same tomorrow and Wednesday and Thursday. And since she took that part time thing at her old work, Friday she will be gone about an hour after I get up and back about 6 at night.

In short, instead of seeing her more I am actually seeing her less. That sort of backfired. We see each other maybe an hour here, 10 minutes there. Sad face.

*sigh* I guess my logic circuits fried when I thought it would be a good idea.