Yes. Yes I do. My mother and father used to give Ben and I such shit about how eventually we were going to have to finally “grow up and join the rest of the adult world.” You see, we are night people (Ben more than me even). We aren’t conventional people. Ben is a musician who has started painting guitars on the side. And I am an artist who is so very sick and tired of working in retail to pay the bills. My parent’s kept trying to convince us that our late-nights and casual attire were going to have to become a thing of the past. HA!! I say. We have become some of the lucky ones. Ben teaches guitar and I have recently been hired as a camera-woman for a local vendor show. We each “work” only about 20ish hours each week (actually if you include his swirling time, Ben works about 30ish probably). And they’re both late shift jobs. Ben in the afternoon/evening and me during the evening/night. Our days are totally free. We’ve become that couple you see walking around on a Tuesday afternoon and you (or at least I would) wonder how their bills get paid.
I love it. It’s so wonderful. And it’s just further proof that if you stick to your goals, you don’t have to wind up some grumpy old man who hates the job he’s had for the past 30 years.
We beat the system!! Cheers!!
-K
I feel your pain/joy. I work for a theatre as a lighting designer, so I mostly work 2-midnight, and I work almost every weekend. I also will often work for something like three weeks straight, and then have two weeks off. I swear, the neighbors probably think I’m dealing drugs. My parents also don’t understand why they can’t come stay for the weekend; they can come visit anytime they like Monday-Thursday, but if it’s a weekend, I *will* be at work!
Yuppers. It’s an odd shift, and it’s taking some getting used to, but it’s not too bad. And I love having my days free.