some bright spark decided i should run the unit while my boss takes a holiday, me, in charge, managing a psychiatric unit, mmm, the lunatics have certainly taken over the asylum.
initial impact is my hours change to vaguely normal, although waking up at 5 am every morning could never really be described as normal, i pick up a huge coffee and hit the highway, no traffic, vast road stretching out, hewn through red rock, sunrise light, mists and glistening oceans, it's stunning, i don't mind the 5 am starts, one coffee resets my equilibrium. no traffic, me and the road.