The problem with nights
It’s disturbing what happens to the mind after a string of 13 hour night-shifts. The biggest problem facing me and my workmates at breakfast/dinner (whatever we eat at 7:30 am) is how to say “goodnight”. After all, it isn’t the night, nor will it be until it is time to go back to work again. Equally “see you tomorrow” doesn’t work, and “see you today” sounds rather wierd and doesn’t exactly conjour up visions of a nice long sleep.
We’ve toyed with various combinations - todayrrow, good-sol, …but we’re distinctly lacking in ideas when it gets to this point in the night/morning/day. Suggestions on a postcard will take 3 weeks to arrive, by which point we probably will have forgotten what we were talking about.
I’m off to have a meal. Good-day.