Nights in a warehouse, and from December I do not see the sun
Posted as daylight_in_a_jar
- Looking for
- something that lives in daily contact rather than in evenings
- Experience
- Five years, two dynamics, neither of which survived my hours.
- Around
- the east end, Toronto
I work overnight in a warehouse and from the middle of November I go months without seeing the sun. I arrive in the dark, I sleep through the light, I get up in the dark. By February that does something to a person which is difficult to describe to anybody on a normal schedule.
Thirty eight, the east end, submissive, five years in. Two dynamics, both fine, neither of them survived my hours.
Here is what I have learned about myself. Winter is when I most need a structure and when I am least capable of being good company. Summer is the opposite: awake at reasonable times on my days off, cheerful, no trouble at all. So if you meet me now you are meeting the better version, and I think you are owed that information before anything else.
What works for me is a dynamic that lives in daily contact rather than in evenings out. Tasks. Reporting. A standing expectation that does not care what the clock says. I have never wanted to be entertained. I want something to be accountable to.
I am in the east end and I would rather not do a long trip after a twelve hour shift, although I will if the person is worth it and the trip is not weekly. Not looking for anybody who needs a Friday night. Not looking for somebody who will read my winter as losing interest, because it is not, and I will tell you plainly when it has started.