Rants of a Rebecca

Wanted, one body clock

Hi Caffine Addicts, and other non hypo types, Well last night at 7pm, after a day of pretty much stuff all, I decided it was time to go out for the night, so therefore time to get out of my PJ's. Just then the phone rang. "Hi Rebecca, we have a shift on tomorrow, 3:22am start. See you then." BUGGER!!! Now don't get me wrong, I actually like 3am starts, it is a good way to get the day over and done with quickly, but I like to have a bit more notice. If I had the notice, I would have done a shitload of stuff during the day, so that I would be tired and ready for bed at 5pm. You see a 3am start means a 1:30am wake up call for me, and that is cutting it down to the minimum. So at 2am, I wake up, from a few hours of cat napping, (what was that about minimum time to get ready?) quickly rush around, and get out the door at 2:40am for the drive to work. When I get to work, I find out where my train is parked, and go to get it ready. I press the panto up button, and... nothing. Mmmm. I give the controllers a call, to find out the following: "Yeah hi, we have an occo at SKN, so no power to NMY for another hour, sorry." Thankfully I know what this statement means. It means I could have stayed in bed for another hour, oh well, I'm here now, may as well sleep on the train. About 20 minutes later, we have power, so I start my prep, then go back to sleep for another 20 minutes, until my departure time. First run of the day is easy, dock the train to the station, then go have lunch, or tucker as we call it. The the second half of the day is where the fun started. Run a train to Broadmeadows, easily done, there and back, now run a train to Cranbourne, easily done there, not so on the way back. It turns out there had been a car try to board a train on a level crossing, so things had been a bit stuffed up down that way all morning. I got to Cranbourne, five minutes late, but that's ok, because I had 19 minutes to wait on the timetable. My departure time arrives, and I don't get the signal to leave. Mmm. I call the signaller to find out what is happening, only to be told: "Hi Driver, you have been AMEX for 6418, now forming 6420, 1037 depart." Now this to me says one thing... OVERTIME! Anyway to cut a long story short, I finally got home about 1:30pm and went straight to bed. I finally woke up at 5pm, because my phone was ringing, and now I don't know which part of the day it is, my body says morning, my brain says late night. Now this wouldn't be too much of an issue, because I have tomorrow off, except I now have to go across to the other side of town to record a voice over, and I have to be there at 9am! Arrrrgh. Somebody lend me a body clock please! Blog Out, HooRoo Bec

posted by Rebecca @ 5/16/2005 06:37:00 pm