The official title for my position is: “Data Restoration Processor”
Basically, my job is to restore data from DLT Backup tapes, and get it ready to be processed. (How’s that for a redundant description?)
Being one of the new hires, I get the Fri/Sat/Sun/Mon from 05:00 to 16:00 shift. Which is going to wreack havoc on my circadian rhythm, not to mention the fact that I won’t be able to spend as much time with Jenny.
This situation should only last for a month or so, at which point I can (hopefully) get put on a different shift.
I went to work Tuesday to get set up with building and network access, and to start learning the processes I’ll be using. I’ve also been trying to adjust to a new sleeping schedule. We’ll see how that goes for real tomorrow morning when my alarm goes off at 4:00am.
Wheee!
(Looks like it’s about time to get dinner ready for Jenny, and then off to bed.)
can’t remember the last time he had a 20:00 bedtime
Dood, so now you’re working my schedule! So what city you workin’ in? Might be able to squeeze a lunch in some time.
….though it takes some time to get used to eating lunch when everyone else is talking ‘late breakfast’.
Hey, your lunch is typically about the same time as my first lunch.
is that like second breakfast? having dinner and supper?
Hmmm… now that I don’t get up at 5am, I stopped having second breakfast. No, it’s more that I have to work to get enough food in me. This usually requires five to six meals a day. Especially, if I go swimming. So an average set of meals:
7am: breakfast (usually cereal)
10-11am: first lunch (left-overs, pb&j sandwich, burritos)
2-3pm: second lunch (left-overs, pb&j sandwich, burritos)
5-7pm: dinner or snack (usually home-cooked if dinner; otherwise maybe fruit or yogurt for snack)
8-10pm: first or second dinner
If I’m up late, I’ll want a snack.
you’re like Carrot, aren’t you? Except raised by Hobbits?
Who is Carrot? Yep, I was raised by hobbits… except they grew them tall in our shire.
Carrot is a character in Pratchett’s Diskworld. A human raised by dwarves, he’s about 6 feet tall, and almost as wide in the shoulders.
I’m working in Pleasanton, (nice reverse commute, BTW.) IIRC, you’re up in Emeryville, which might make meeting for lunch difficult.
Doh!
Terson: Fanboy got it. He lists his race as “Drawf” and observes all their holidays, goes to their museums, hangs out in their bars…
Ah the joys of being a tape monkey. Congratulations.