I've spent most of this football season watching games with the coolest chick on the planet, as oppose to my usual goof ball football friends.
This woman knows sports, has a great sense of humor, and best of all...when we hit up a hamburger joint to watch the Chargers, and found they had a car show going on in their lot, was just as excited to see the hot rods and muscle cars as I.
Have I died and gone to heaven?
But I digest (I did eat a lot there)....
As we're watching the Chargers win a game I hear her sing that Commodores song Night Shift. The one about the various singers that have died, like Jackie Wilson and Marvin Gaye.
It didn't get me thinking about those wonderful crooners. It got me thinking about that report that came out last week, that said working the night shift can cause cancer.
Hey, you could end up with those dead singers, by working that night shift (it would be a killer jam session).
I remember working 5 years of an overnight shift at the post office. And, doing weekend overnights on-air in radio. A report back then stated that working overnights caused more weight gain. Basically, you eat on your lunch breaks (at 4:00 a.m.), go home and eat or out for breakfast with co-workers, sleep for a few hours, wake up and eat at noon; go out and run some errands, eat dinner with family or friends, and sleep for a few more hours before going back into work. You end up eating all the normal meals during the day, but you add one during your work shift. And snack on coffee breaks.
At the post office, they gave you 18% more in pay for "night differential". I wonder what the union will get them now, with these new cancer statistics.
My first day working the overnight shift on the radio, I fell asleep during a Grateful Dead song (I probably would've anyway, even if it wasn't 3:00 a.m....they aren't the most exciting).
If I was still working overnights, it wouldn't be the cancer that would bother me. It's neighbors. Noisy neighbors.
Neighbors that don't care if their car alarms go off, or honk when they pick up friends. They cut the grass. They decide to play the drum solo from In a Gadda Da Vidda (note to self: find out why so many people want to become drummers).
As I'm typing this, I'm smoking the last of a fine cigar this wonderful friend in Scotland sent me for my birthday. There was a huge sticker on the box saying they cause cancer.
I wonder if the time clocks at the post office, warehouses, and factors...will put warning stickers up.
I've spent most of this football season watching games with the coolest chick on the planet, as oppose to my usual goof ball football friends.
This woman knows sports, has a great sense of humor, and best of all...when we hit up a hamburger joint to watch the Chargers, and found they had a car show going on in their lot, was just as excited to see the hot rods and muscle cars as I.
Have I died and gone to heaven?
But I digest (I did eat a lot there)....
As we're watching the Chargers win a game I hear her sing that Commodores song Night Shift. The one about the various singers that have died, like Jackie Wilson and Marvin Gaye.
It didn't get me thinking about those wonderful crooners. It got me thinking about that report that came out last week, that said working the night shift can cause cancer.
Hey, you could end up with those dead singers, by working that night shift (it would be a killer jam session).
I remember working 5 years of an overnight shift at the post office. And, doing weekend overnights on-air in radio. A report back then stated that working overnights caused more weight gain. Basically, you eat on your lunch breaks (at 4:00 a.m.), go home and eat or out for breakfast with co-workers, sleep for a few hours, wake up and eat at noon; go out and run some errands, eat dinner with family or friends, and sleep for a few more hours before going back into work. You end up eating all the normal meals during the day, but you add one during your work shift. And snack on coffee breaks.
At the post office, they gave you 18% more in pay for "night differential". I wonder what the union will get them now, with these new cancer statistics.
My first day working the overnight shift on the radio, I fell asleep during a Grateful Dead song (I probably would've anyway, even if it wasn't 3:00 a.m....they aren't the most exciting).
If I was still working overnights, it wouldn't be the cancer that would bother me. It's neighbors. Noisy neighbors.
Neighbors that don't care if their car alarms go off, or honk when they pick up friends. They cut the grass. They decide to play the drum solo from In a Gadda Da Vidda (note to self: find out why so many people want to become drummers).
As I'm typing this, I'm smoking the last of a fine cigar this wonderful friend in Scotland sent me for my birthday. There was a huge sticker on the box saying they cause cancer.
I wonder if the time clocks at the post office, warehouses, and factors...will put warning stickers up.