I survived my first ever 12-hour shift,
today. It started at 17:00 Sunday evening and ended at 05:00 Monday morning;
this will be my permanent shift, regardless of which nights I work.
Having
never worked a 12-hour shift before, I could not have known how difficult the
first 6 hours could or would be. I couldn’t have known that, until 23:00, I
would be desperately fighting sleep and popping NoDoz—given quite generously to
me by my field training officer—like they’re going out of style. NoDoz, by the
way, does not increase one’s feeling
of wakefulness, but instead keeps one from actually dozing off. It’s quite
effective and, when coupled with an energy drink, can cause difficulty
breathing, as I discovered by sipping some Nos energy drink (also provided to
me by my field training officer) after having taken four NoDoz pills.
Something
about watching the day end is exhausting. Even walking around on a patrol of
the parking garage seemed tedious and tiresome, as if I could somehow fall
asleep while walking. Prior to 23:00, the halfway point of my shift, I felt
worries pop into my head and create little nests in my brain.
What if I can’t stay awake and I’m caught
sleeping on the job and I get fired? This was my principal worry. My
response was to tell myself that I would work my way through training and see
how I felt about the job; if I felt that staying awake would be a very serious
problem, I would work my way up whatever chain of command I have and
communicate my difficulties so as to avoid being fired and, in the worst case
scenario, resign. This was, of course, a premature thought process, though not
irrational or unreasonable, as I have had difficulty staying awake before and
even have dozed off during class.
What if I can’t do walking patrols for 10 of
the 12 hours I’m on shift and I get in trouble for sitting down too much?
It occurred to me while in the first half of my shift that plantar fasciitis is
on my VA disability claim and constant patrolling could cause back and foot pain
for me. I worried about what I would do if it became a serious problem and the
solution was simpler than my mind wanted me to believe. Simply put, there are two
ways I could approach my possible physical limitations: I could simply explain
my position and provide my disability compensation letter if required; or, I
could communicate up my chain of command and, in the worst case scenario,
either transfer to another account within my company or resign due to inability
to properly perform my job duties.
Indeed,
I worried quite a bit in those first 6 hours over whether or not I would need
to resign from my job, though I’ve so recently acquired it and am still only in
training. It doesn’t help that I only have two nights in my two weeks of field
training; the rest are day shifts, though my permanent schedule will be nights
after I’ve finished.
I
wondered, too, what I could or would do for work if I were to resign from my
current position as a security officer. Chief among my options was to speak to
Victor at WorkSource again and go from there to find a better fit for my
skills. Other options were to simply quit trying to have a regular job and get
really into painting and drawing, or attempt to resume my tattoo apprenticeship
(internship) with Lu.
After
23:00, it began to dawn on me that I could make it through 12 hours of work
without as much trouble as I worried about in the first half. I felt more alert
and capable of the work I was doing. It occurred to me that the trick is to get
through the first half; the second half might as well take care of itself.
By
23:00, I had taken my first 15-minute break and was on my way to my first
30-minute “lunch” break. Randy had packed me homemade pizza and tacos for my
two lunch breaks and while I ate the pizza prior to my first lunch break, the
tacos were waiting to be devoured during that first 30 minutes of “lunch” time.
Time
goes by much more easily for me when I don’t feel like I’m fighting sleep. The transit
center was lit well enough that I could read my book without turning on the office
lights; the CCTV cameras provided minor entertainment; patrolling the parking
garage proved to be a perfectly useful activity for staying awake and also for
getting more oxygen.
There
were times when I felt that I had trouble breathing, but I realized that this
trouble came from the high amount of caffeine I’d ingested, more than a
respiratory issue within my body. What I learned from this revelation was that
it is perfectly acceptable to take four NoDoz pills to maintain alertness while
on shift, as well as perfectly acceptable to drink energy drinks in order to
feel more awake; what was not acceptable was mixing the two as I had done. That
was a mistake and unless I wanted to risk giving myself a heart attack, I would
be better off choosing one or the other, rather than both, in the future.
Now
that my shift is over and I’m home, relaxing and winding down to go to bed, I
realize that this is something I can do. I am capable of making it through 12
hours of work without falling asleep. I am capable of patrolling as necessary
and if I have trouble as I start out, I can communicate my difficulty clearly
and with evidence to support me.
There
are things I enjoy about my job and it is important for me to remember them. I
enjoy wearing a uniform. It relieves me of the responsibility of choosing what
to wear to work. I enjoy doing a job that requires vigilance; it is a test of
my skills and abilities and this night, I proved that I am capable of
maintaining it as needed. I imagine that I can only improve from this point on,
as I am able to recognize my potential weaknesses and act accordingly.
12
hours is a long time no matter how you look at it, but it’s only the first 6
hours that are truly challenging to me. As long as I can continue to power through
them as I managed to do this night, I will be fine. It may be difficult,
especially when I no longer have a second person to keep me company and
converse, but it will not be impossible. There are plenty of things to do,
including patrolling.
I am a strong, powerful woman and I
am capable of performing the duties of this job.
