12 hour midnight shift. The rough edges of my tied and knotted bra strap digging into the back of my neck. The faint stirrings behind my temple that signal the beginnings of a major headache brought on by stress, lack of sleep, and being pissed off because the strap of my best bra snapped just as I walked into the plant. .
Extra people in the room talking loudly as they finalize plans for a shutdown tonight. They came in when I did at 6, but their work doesn’t start until midnight. The room’s crowded, the air conditioner isn’t working well, and I’m starting to feel claustrophobic. I wish I had something good to eat, but all I’ve got is a frozen diet pizza. Damn, it’s a long time till morning.