Sleep

I hate mids. It's funny how you take something like a good night's sleep for granted until your whole sleep schedule and pattern is turned upside down. Getting a good night's rest, or in this case day's rest while on midnights is comparable to sex in some cases. Take two days ago for instance. I slept 9 and a half hours straight and when I woke up my first thought was "Oh man, that was good." You may laugh or scratch your head in puzzlement, but people that have worked overnights know what's up.

Adding to the depart from the body's sleep pattern is the boredom. If we get 3 calls a shift, we're busy. A officer can't even be proactive, because there isn't anything even moving after 1 AM. Last night I took a report from a guy in a nursing home who had close to $300 stolen. I'm familiar with this guy because this is probably the third or fourth theft of cash report I've taken from the guy. I think he probably has 10 or 12 reports for thefts department-wide. At first I felt for the guy. He's 80+ years old and still has his wits about him. Well, most of his wits. Common sense checked out a while ago. Despite only leaving the home once or twice a week tops, he insists on keeping hundreds of dollars in cash in his room. He has the opportunity to lock the money up in a safe at the home and refuses. He's been told to keep the money in his bank and use the ATM machine on site when he needs cash. Nope, he always leaves it in the same spot too - the top drawer of his dresser. Talk about easy pickings.

So here I am, yawning in this guy's face because I'm tired, I'm bored, and I've got the shits of telling the fucking guy to stop leaving so much cash in his dresser. He's blabbering on and on about how he's tired of his money being stolen and I'm staring off into space thinking how nice it'll be to pile on those blankets and get some of that orgasmic sleep when I get home.