Hey, Samsung Galaxy Note owners…

May I recommend the HTC 10?  Just got mine about a month ago and I reallly love it.

But seriously, if you’ve got one of these explodophones – turn it off and take it back.

I’ve had a battery explode on me and it’s terrifying.

I had an AirCard for my laptop some years back – it plugged into the USB port on my laptop for internet access.  I was sitting there one day, and I heard a hissing sound and I couldn’t figure out where it was coming from – I thought it was my soda can at first.  Then the case popped open and went flying, and the battery itself went pinwheeling across the coffee table – WITH FLAMES SHOOTING OUT OF IT.  It stopped before it hit the carpeting, and was still on fire when I upended a Coke on it.

Had I been anywhere else in the house when it happened, it would have been a full on disaster.

So, really, take the phone back.

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Night Shift No More

So, tonight is my last night shift and it’s on to bigger and better things.  I found that working overnights did not suck and was easier to get used to than I would have thought.  (However, I am a night owl, so it may have been easier for me than others.)

Some of the upsides:  No rush hour traffic.  (Though it was astounding how cars there were on the beltway at 8PM.)  The illusion of sleeping in.  Not waking up in the dark.  Afternoons free.

Some of the downsides:  Days tend to run together because you stop experiencing night.  Saying “see you tonight” when you leave the office is weird.  A Tuesday-Saturday shift is nice for having a weekday off, but my weekend breakfast ritual went out the window.  I had to really think about what I was eating so I wouldn’t go into a food coma mid shift and fall asleep.

I learned that day shift bias is real.  (I knew it somewhere in the back of my head, but it’s not the type of thing you really think about.)  Even IN the company I was working for.  A day coworker asked if I just “hung out all day.”  No, I do the same stuff everyone else does – run errands, avoid housework, get 6-8 hours of sleep.  Trying to convince people that you are NOT available before noon has been harder than I would have imagined.  If you say “I woke up at 2PM,” you’re a degenerate, but if you say, “I got 8 hours of sleep” you’re healthy!  If something is broken and doesn’t affect the day shift, good luck getting it fixed.

And there is this weird idea that if you work overnights, there is something wrong with you.  Even got a bit of it from the department head.  “Can you not work during the day?” with a raised eyebrow.  Um, no, but you need people on the night shift and I can do the job, so…

I spent my nights calling (and sometimes waking up) customers and telling them something was broken/open/squawking/possibly on fire.  Now, if you’re on the receiving end of one of these calls, there are a couple reasons why it’s you:
— You’re on site at the facility and you should be awake anyway.
— It’s a legit part of your job to be on the call list.  I don’t like waking you up, but suck it up, buttercup.
— You have greatly angered the office manager of your company – to the point where they convinced the higher ups that you MUST be on the call list, preferably near the top.  If this is you, it’s well past time to make amends my friend.

To every client I woke up who was kind enough to say, “It’s OK.  It’s your job.  Thank you.” – you more than made up for the “Why are you calling ME?” and “What do you expect me to do?” crankypants.

Now a week of trying to flip my sleep schedule with a couple days of stomping around Williamsburg and onwards and upwards.

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I’m heartbroken, angry, and a little numb.

To the LGBTQA community:  I love you.  I am here for you.  I’ll admit, I don’t really know exactly what to do here, but I’ve got your back.

To anyone saying, “Well, why isn’t the Muslim community—”  Go sit down and rethink your life choices.  I’m pretty sure they’re too busy being horrified with the rest of us to trot out the #NotAllMuslims banners.  Let’s not forget that any jackass can say, “I’m with Daesh.”

No civilian needs an AR-15 type gun.  But we’re never gonna do shit about that.  (I think that’s where the numbness is.)

I’m sure He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named and his ilk are already having a field day with this.  And as that rhetoric fills the airwaves, we’ll still wonder how people are driven to violence.  And I don’t know how to make my voice loud enough to convince the world, THEY ARE WRONG.  And that is very frustrating.

Despite everything, I believe that acceptance and understanding will get us all farther together than anything else.

ETA to fix LGBTA to LGBTQA.  My most sincere apologies – it was not an intentional exclusion, just a fuckup on my part.

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Dear Mother Nature…

Just stop it already.  Stop it.  Two weeks of grey and rain and disgusting bullshit weather is more than enough.

Yeah, I know I said that taking night hours would mean I wouldn’t be cooped up in an office when the weather was nice.  You didn’t have to be a bitch and go, “Yeah, if there every IS nice weather again, HA!”

Bring back the fucking sun.


If I wanted to live in the Pacific Northwest, I would have moved there.

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May 11 is National 3rd-Shift Workers Day!

I’ll admit, I didn’t even know it was a thing until this morning.  (Thank you CBS Sunday Morning for alerting me to this celebratory day!)

I love that we have national days for pretty much everything, and especially this one now.  I know some third shifters (Hi, Dave, and my new buddies at the NYC Command Center!) and I am a third shifter, too.  I don’t think I’ve ever had a job that had a day of its own.

Yes, I’ve got a paying gig and I’ve been on the night shift for a week after two weeks of day training – and it’s been working freakishly well for me so far.  I start at 9 at night and spend the evening making sure the fire department goes to buildings that may or may not be on fire, and letting security guards know that someone is (probably not) breaking into their office buildings, among other things.  (I’ve already made fast friends with the guys working one group of buildings in NYC.)

I’m off at 5:30 and home a bit after 6. I feed the cats and let the AwesomeDog out and I’m crashed out by around 6:30.  I get up around 12:30 after some solid sleep and have basically a whole damn day to run errands, get things done around the house and then have some down time before going to the office.  (It is its own sad situation that I am more productive at home with a job than without one, but that is a post for another day.)

No, this job wasn’t what I anticipated when I started job searching, but sometimes it’s about the job you can actually get, and I’ve gotta eat.  I’m working with nice people and the job itself doesn’t make me want to hurl myself out a window, so it’s all good.  It’s temp to perm, so there is always the possibility that in 90 days we’ll all be looking at each other going, “We have all made a terrible mistake.”  But if that is the case, we can all walk away, no harm, no foul.

I’m not gonna lie, there are definitely some perks to the third shift, at least for me.  (I know the night shift is pure hell for some folks and I am grateful that is not the case for me so far.)

– I already had a messed up sleep schedule, so staying awake for ~3 more hours isn’t the worst thing, considering that I can sleep til 12:30 with zero guilt.
– I am chipper as hell at work because I am fully awake when I arrive and I haven’t had to fight traffic.
– The commute.  Just under 30 minutes.  On a *good* day in rush hour, it would be ~55 minutes, minimum.  (I would not like working there on an 8 to 5 schedule.)
– It’s customer service, which seems to be my jam.  (Yay?)  And being good  at customer service at 2 in the morning seems to perhaps be a not so common thing as I would have imagined.  (Yup, I given how much of a snarky bitch I am IRL, I am still somewhat astounded at the fact that I am good at it.  But I was good at it some 30ish years ago at the answering service in high school, and some skills apparently stick.)
– All my “free” time is on one side of the workday rather than split between morning and evening.  When it’s split, you’re bleary eyed in the morning and just trying to wake up and in the evening, you’re fucking tired from the day and moving like molasses through the “gotta do before bed” list.

So, even though it’s working awesomely for me, it’s definitely hard for other people.  (And I have heard way too many reports on how third shift work will shorten my lifespan.  Hey, media, stuff it on that front, will ya?  People have bills to pay.)

So, if you know third shifters – be kind.  Get them some baked goods at a reasonable hour on Wednesday.  If you can’t do that – don’t mock them for their perceived “slacker” schedule, or act like they’re some kind of degernate who can’t hold down a “day job” – they still have a job like anyone else, it just doesn’t adhere to everyone else’s schedule.

And for the love of all that is good and holy, don’t call or text before noon and expect them to answer.  It’s not that they don’t want to talk to you, it’s just that they have their phone on silent so they can get some sleep – just like you.

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On Being An East Coast Padres Fan…

Ted Leitner, in the 13th inning of a night game (which is now in its 14th inning):  It’s getting late..

Me, on the East Coast:  YA THINK??!?!

Thankfully I don’t have to be up in the morning.


It was worth staying up for, even way over here.

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Wow, Karma does work fast sometimes, doesn’t she?

Just hours after posting about *@#7@**#* kids in the workplace, I was up at my local watering hole.  One of the bartenders just recently had a baby.  At the end of the evening I looked up and saw his SO there and realized, “if she’s here, SO IS THE BABY!”

And as adorable as the little one was in photos, he was 10x more adorable in person.

At Dad’s workplace.

Babies are adorable, and he’s not there every night through the whole shift.

So sue me.

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