Life and writing.
Right now, at the time of writing, it’s almost 3am. It’s not what you think. I’m not a cool calm cucumber that stays up all hours partying hard. No sir, that’s not me.
I’m a shift worker and tonight is my third night shift in a row. So far, it’s pretty quiet and I’m hoping it stays that way., I want all crazy shit to hit pause until the next staff member comes on and it’s their problem (yep, I’m real nice).
Shift work has its perks. You get penalty rates, have no issues getting to the post office and occasionally have a nice sleep in (something a person working nine-to-five doesn’t get).
Of course there are downsides, like for instance having to work public holidays (but penalty rates are sweet! I mean, I earn $57 smackeroons an hour! It’s lucky I’m a heathen that doesn’t believe in the Easter Bunny). There’s also the downside of not having a structured sleep cycle and looking like someone that recently had a lobotomy (It’s all in the dribble running down your chin and the vacant, glazed-over eyes, don’t ya know?).
Shift work also shortens your lifespan, but I’m fairly certain that most shift workers are cool with it. You do this gig long enough and the concept of an early death does start have a nice appeal to it.
You are probably wondering how I earn a living. Currently, I’m in the community services industry where I work with adults that have a lot of issues. It’s not my dream job and if I’m here for a year, I’m positive I’ll stab myself in the eye with a pen.
As you might have guessed, things haven’t turned out exactly like I thought they would when I was eighteen (where are my squillions of dollars? WHERE?! GOSH DARN IT!).
Like most people, I’ve had to learn to cope with disappointment, failed aspirations and relationship breakdowns. It sucks and it’s hard, but that’s life. All you can do is play the cards you were dealt as best you can.
If you’ve read any of my Fynian Fable saga, you’d be aware that this is a pretty major theme throughout all of the instalments. They say to write well, you need to write what you know. Here’s what I know to be true, for the most part, life doesn’t magically get better. If you’re in the midst of a shit storm, unless you fight and try to overcome it, things will most likely remain just the same.
That’s the reason Patrick and Michael lead such miserable lives, and why Ken is heroic.
I know that this story won’t appeal to everyone with its missing stereotypical happy ending, but that’s okay.
I needed to write that was honest and said something meaningful, and I know that I’ve done it.