The worst job I had was 3 years graveyard shift. I made VHS videos under the late Jose Menendez. If you want to rot your brain, stare at 100s of monitors playing either pornography, This is Israel travel documentaries or Gumby cartoons. My G/F at the time was a born again christian punk rocker. Mary Katherine said I was irish, male and had the same wretched shift and we were therefor going together. The security guards were insecure with soldier of misfortune magazines and prominently displayed handguns. One fell asleep 4 nights running. So I organised the removal of Jose's desk past the guard and out to his designated parking place. I also removed the firing pin from his Star 9MM. You will want to turn off every device of communication. Back then there were no cellphones. But I'll never forget a call at noon. " Hi, my name is Tiffany, and I am writing a disssertation on W.B.Yeats. Your classmate XXXXX says your fluent in Gaelic and versed in irish history. So I want you to tell me if Sailing to Byzantium is really a metaphor for the rebellion with references. " I ripped the phone from the wall hard enough to leave a bulb of percussion potmark in the drywall. Mary dropped it into the fish tank. You will say things and not remember them. We were all teminated two days before Christmas. I told Jose he was such a macho jerk cuban someday somebody would take a 12 guage to his big mouth. Guess who was interviewed a few months later? Save some vacation time. When you do come off this shift take it. I was a full year getting my bio rhythems, appetite, chakras, aura or whatever you want to call your internal clock back to normal. Mary Katherine moved to a cranberry farm in Washington State and I bought my first horse on Christmas day with my severence package. Along with the vacation reward yourself at this adventure's end.