I was in work at 8am today, checking that everything had a migration had run properly overnight in preparation for my current project going live next week. As it happened things hadn't gone according to plan, but we managed to get everything sorted out , which was a relief. The day was largely spent oscillating between adrenaline-tinged terror when things were going wrong and tired relief when things started working again.
In the end I left work at 3:45 and headed home, where I was supposed to be hanging out with Ed. Sadly he's busy at the moment and out of telephone contact, so I'm aimlessly hanging around the flat, feeling too tired to concentrate on anything much. Early mornings tend to have this effect on me, sadly.
I can work pretty much any hours I have to.
For 3 years I worked 7:30AM to 7PM over the summers, earning money to pay off the overdraft I worked up during semester time.
I've worked 8:30 - 5:30, but with a 90 minute commute at each end.
I've worked shifts, thankfully not including ones starting at 2AM, but certainly ones which finish after that point, or start at 6AM.
And I can tell you that when I'm doing any of that I suck huge floppy donkey dick.
I stare into space. I start typing reports (or whatever it is I'm supposed to be doing) and then stare at what I've done and wonder what's supposed to happen next.
I eat crap, my body somehow convinced that the reason I feel like crap is the lack of sugar in my blood rather than the lack of sleep in my brain.
And I stagger home afterwards, dancing the zombie shuffle and shotgunning passers-by in my head to relieve the angst.
And then I sit at home, staring into space (or at a monitor) again, unable to raise the enthusiasm to actually _do_ anything.
Because being up that early in the morning wears me down to the bone.
Nowadays I work 10:00 - 5:30, with a half hour lunch break, and that suits me perfectly. To be honest, I'd be happy with a 15 minute lunch break but they won't let me take anything less than half an hour and occasionally it's handy to be able to pop to the shops and pick up some more fruit cordial at lunch.
I can work rather flexible hours - flexitime starts at 7AM, stops at 6PM and as long as I'm in the office 10:00 - 11:45 and 2:30 - 3:30 I'm fine. But I like starting late, and frankly I'm more human, alive and productive when I do so.
My body clock wishes I could work midday to 7:30PM, but that would make collaborating with my teammates nigh-impossible and that's critical to a lot of my job so I wouldn't do that most of the time even if I could.
Now - if I could get _them_ to adopt more sensible hours...