A Week

Today marks a week that I've been working Evening Shift. I'm still not adjusted to the new hours, but I think I'm getting better. Since I'm working both floors I feel a bit displaced. My locker is upstairs, so when I work downstairs my stuff is just tossed in the corner of the break room. I worked downstairs last night. It was OK. When I went upstairs, to check how things were going, I ran into a patient who asked me if I was working downstairs. When I said yes, he replied, "We miss you". I told him odds were good that I'd work upstairs the next day and he said, "You should work up here all the time". If only it were that easy.