Pretty dull night, comparatively, but it made me tired anyway.
Nothing very interesting, just a buncha sick people.
The union got voted down at the other hospital, and I'm thinking that is good, but it doesn't affect me at all, really.
I'm thinking more and more about how going to days will affect me, and I think that it'll mostly be good.
Getting to sleep with Karen every night... very good.
Maybe I can stomp down this damned procrastination gene... heh, I typed gnee first, that's a neat word, gotta think of something that it's suitable for.
Well, I'm definitely not suited to be a detective... the shot guy from last night was a local, I guess that they got some ID on him from doing some TV spots. I still don't think that it was locals that killed him though. And if it wasn't, I'll be as good at detecting as the weathermen are at forecasting...
There are, of course, some negatives about working days. More people to deal with, of course, not my long suite. Not necessarily my short suite, either, but always a hassle. And then there's the fact that I really, really like the people that I work with now, many of them are good friends after ten years.
There will always be the option of going back, too... the turnover rate on third is pretty bad. The girl working opposite me would be gone now if she hadn't signed a contract...
And now... it's Sunday, and tonight I'll start the twelves, so I better get to bed and to sleep. Karen had three of the four grandkids over for the night, so I'll have to yell at them a bit before I go to bed, scare them into being quiet.
Getting to spend much more time with Karen... very good.
Maybe getting a decent sleep pattern... very good.
There's a chance that I'll have more energy and ambition... I think that's good, but I'll reserve my opinion on that for right now. Ambition and energy means that I'll be doing more stuff and working harder, which is not necessarily conducive to what I want out of life. Or maybe it is...