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Mid Shift - Ops Block
It was a four day pattern
Or work sleep and play,
Sometimes you got confused
Between night and day.
Sleep would try to catch you
In that constant waking fight
As the set room clock ticked away
The small dark hours of the night.
And if you slipped
Into a near doze
A shouted question
Kept you on your toes.
At least I could take short walks,
Not the ops in worlds of their own
Being tethered to their sets by the
Short jack leads of their phones.
And always a little tension
That a situation could occur
Very aware of being
A decision maker there.
Somehow each shift ended
With the world still in one piece
And for seven daytime hours
Sleep to bring a kind of release.
A shift cycle passed,
Four days gone and then,
Came the first morning
And off we went again.
It was a four day pattern
Or work sleep and play.
Sometimes you got confused
Between night and day.
Or work sleep and play,
Sometimes you got confused
Between night and day.
Sleep would try to catch you
In that constant waking fight
As the set room clock ticked away
The small dark hours of the night.
And if you slipped
Into a near doze
A shouted question
Kept you on your toes.
At least I could take short walks,
Not the ops in worlds of their own
Being tethered to their sets by the
Short jack leads of their phones.
And always a little tension
That a situation could occur
Very aware of being
A decision maker there.
Somehow each shift ended
With the world still in one piece
And for seven daytime hours
Sleep to bring a kind of release.
A shift cycle passed,
Four days gone and then,
Came the first morning
And off we went again.
It was a four day pattern
Or work sleep and play.
Sometimes you got confused
Between night and day.
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Mid Shift - Ops Block
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