Self-fulfilling prophecy? I may have just experienced one. And it happened rather expeditiously. You see, I was supposed to work three nights in a row from Christmas Eve to the night of the 26th. A co-worker however asked me if I could switch shifts with her. She proposed to work on the 26th and I on the 28th. Now I find switching schedules a nuisance and normally I shun or simply reject all those that seek this form of exchange, but as she had a very valid excuse — her sister’s wedding — I agreed to her plea. I know deep inside I planned on calling in on the 28th, paving a clear path from the 26th through the 2nd of the New Year when I am again to return to work.
Working night shift is tricky. You always need that extra day to pay off your sleep debt and frankly, that amount of time is never enough. Even two days do not suffice, but currently there really is no practical solution to it other than switching to day shift.
A few of my co-workers asked me about my schedule for no apparent reason and in reply, I plainly told them this with a little humor added:
“Yeah, I work on the Eve and Day of Christmas and because I switched schedule with someone, I am back on the 28th. I would’ve had the 27th through the 2nd off, but you know what, I’m going to be sick on the 28th. Yeah dude, I’ll be sick on the 28th.”
I laughed. They laughed, knowing exactly what I had purposed to do.
The 28th came. I called in sick.
Unquestionably sick. ❧