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Dear, Grocery Shoppers - 3. Your Breakfast is My Dinner

A journal entry from Aaron Stone.

Ooof, he's throwing private education shade, now? Y'all see what I put up with? I'm kidding! He's alright…

But as I sit here in this barber shop while Noah gets himself together, I wanted to chat about my overnight life. Everyone in my life finds it...different. Been on the third shift for almost a year now, and my mom still struggles with it for a variety of reasons.

The big one that I combat on a regular is the stereotyping. A lot of people see overnight workers as the denizens of the world: misfits, druggies, felons, and other lowlifes. I totally get where they're getting this idea. I've seen some scary motherfuckers working this shift. Big dudes covered in tats, scrawny men with scraggly ZZ-Top beards and bandanas...you get the picture.

But, listen here! Those are the realest people I've ever met! They got problems in life, just like you. They have families just like you. They get pissed in the long drive-thru lines just...like...you! And I refuse to let these stereotypes infect the minds of shoppers and other thinkers.

Just highlighting a couple of my coworkers on the stock crew I work with. My boss...is that bitch! She's a legit bawss!!! She isn't afraid to tell you off and get in a knock-down-drag-out. She's also a mother. I've met her kids. They're forkin' adorable! Her family loves going out to eat, going to the bowling alley, and just having a damn good time. Just. Like. You.

Not to put her business out there, but her youngest kiddo...is a fighter. At a very young age, he had to battle cancer. There was a damn good chance he wasn't going to make it. But both he, and his mother fought. They fought like a pack of dogs: scratching and clawing for every shred of hope they could find. And they won. They won that war. Not the battle...the war!

I've seen this kid in a video for his birthday, asked by his mom to say thank you for all his birthday wishes...and starts singing the Golden Girls theme song! And this little guy is like.. six years old! I'd be so proud to call this kid my son!

My best friend on the stock crew is just as evil as me, if not, worse! He is a meme master! His phone has nothing but memes, tens for every occasion and scenario. Whenever I'm having a slow and sluggish day, he pops up a surefire picture that gets me rolling!

There's a guy that I've been getting to know more on the crew. He's one of the most politically aware people I've ever met. He's a bajillion feet tall, skinny and lanky, sports a bowl cut, and looks like a 1970's lesbian in his baggy Wrangler jeans and burgundy sweatshirts. Now...he does recreational drugs, and is very open about doing them, but he offers his help anytime I need it. Whether to lift a pallet onto the stack, push a heavy cart, pick up backstock. You name it, he's there for me just like I’m there for him.

I also work with a lesbian with pumpkin orange hair who just got engaged and is fit to be married soon. She's been battling some serious-ass depression for years! But she's pushing through it. After working with us for several months, she reached her weight goal and lost a couple pant sizes, and hasn't been sad since! Yes, that is right! An overnight stocking job turned this lady's life around!

I can go on and on about my coworkers, but do those sound like people who have been to jail and served their nickel? No, sir! These people are my family. We went out for breakfast once a week before the pandemic struck. We ate together. We laughed together. And we bust ass together! And I will be damned...DAMNED if anyone badmouths them before getting to know them! Unless that person is me, and I'm making a joke...

Overnight workers are people too. We're just smarter...because we work when the store is closed and deal a significantly less amount of shoppers! Oh, boy is this the life! On average, I deal with ten shoppers a week. Ten! When I was a cashier, I would deal with thirty an hour minimum. I can handle that!

And I get paid an extra dollar on the hour for working the overnight shift? Hell yeah! Less people and more money. I signed that dotted line in a heartbeat.

What I didn't anticipate was the sleep schedule issues. Getting changed over to sleeping during the day wasn't bad. But trying to get all my friends and family to understand that...Oh, Lord Jesus help me.

My work schedule is a strict 9:30pm to 6:00am. I sleep roughly from noon to 8:00pm. This gives me opportunities to have breakfast with my baby, get things done at government offices and banks, and anything else that may come at me in life. Unless it involves my mom.

My mother...likes to call me...at all times of the day. At...ALL...times of the day. Noon. Three in the afternoon. Seven in the evening. Four in the morning. What in the Hell?

Now. I am the only child. I have been getting daily texts from Momma Stone ever since I moved out for my college adventure. I've always been the baby bird that left the nest...and momma bird's been unhappy ever since. But she got over it.

Until I went to overnights. Oh no. Bad decision on my part. Mom has not been a fan of it! She’s been pushing for me to get put back on dayshift. Hell! She sends me texts of other jobs in my area. Well...I’m sorry, Mom, but I actually like this job!

I get to go at my own pace, I have a sense of calm as I stock these groceries, and I get paid fairly well for my position’s job title. That’s everything I need! I practically have a set schedule. My days off may be different, but I know when I clock in every day. Nine-thirty every night. Every stinkin’ night! I can get as much overtime as I desire, and then some! My job now is, honestly, the best job I’ve ever had! And I...am an overnight grocery stocker. I’ve been a manager. I’ve been a premium-level mattress salesman. Those jobs sucked compared to mine now.

So, time for a fun fact to break the overnight monotony! I used to work in the same store as Noah! As in just a couple short years ago! I was the front-end manager, and Noah was a department lead, so there wasn’t any sort of conflict of interest when we were working together. I would do my job and played the role of cheerleader while he played in his little shoe department. I was canned for abusing company policy on price-overrides to appease angry shoppers.

And the next day, the store manager offered Noah my job! Did you get ticked at that? Personally, I only thought that the scenario was hilarious. I didn’t see a problem with it at all! By the time Noah told me, I already had a job lined up and ready to go. So I told him to go for it if he wanted it. It was a small pay raise for him and slapped some more managerial experience on his resume. He thought it was sort of a dick move on the store management team to offer him his husband’s job, and he’s correct. It is a dick move! Completely unprofessional. But, we worked in an unprofessional store. A respectable company wouldn’t have hired us together at all. Even in my current store, we can’t work in the same department with a person either related to, or romantically involved with us. And that is a good policy! It prevents a lapse in work production or just overall drama.

But going back to the overnight life. A lot of people view it as some crazy lifestyle to get used to. I get where they’re coming from, but until the concept is normalized, it will remain deemed as a scene for miscreants. Another thing I can mention about working overnights is that your diet...will never be the same!

Your breakfast is my dinner. Literally. You wake up, and I’m getting off work. You and I, we’re going to a 24/7 breakfast joint for different reasons. You want pancakes. I settle for pancakes. I want...a big freakin’ juicy burger! But fast food doesn’t operate on my schedule, they operate on yours. I wake up at 8pm and cook me some breakfast. I get off work at 6am, and I want a food item that correlates to dinnertime, and there is nothing for me in the food industry. Put that in perspective for yourselves.

If you get off work at five in the evening, and you want a burger, or a chicken sandwich, how would you feel if every fast food eatery, every restaurant, and every gas station only had breakfast options? Not a french fry in sight! You would be upset. Well, welcome to my everyday life. Even on my nights off, I keep my sleep schedule. And I’ll be up at three in the morning, and I’ll want food. I will either need to raid my pantry and cook something that won’t wake Noah up, or I’m going to one of two places that has a drive-thru open. It can get exhausting sometimes when living in a dietary repetition that is opposite of standard human expectation.

So when I’m hanging out with friends, and there are both breakfast and lunch/dinner options available, I’ll get the opposite of what everyone else is getting. They get big burgers, and I’ll get a fat stack of pancakes. And there is always a fuss!

“Aaron...it’s two in the afternoon. What are you doing?”

“Whatcha mean? It’s two in the morning for me, ya dinks! It’s been this way for almost a year now. We just had lunch the other day, and we had this conversation then. Why are we having it again?”

I have this conversation at least once a month with someone in my life. This shit gets old, and fast!

I will say with this whole breakfast versus dinner concept, I have lost my sense of what I should be having at what time. There’ll be times when Noah orders pizza for his dinner, and he’ll save me some because he’s a sweetheart. I’ll wake up and eat pizza for breakfast. No big deal, right? Every person who has gone to college has done this. But when I order ice cream for breakfast to go with my steak, that’s just crossing the line, apparently. Would you just leave me alone and let me be a true American vampire? I want a caramelized chicken leg to go with my applesauce. A few strips of bacon with my spaghetti. How about some cake with my salad? My stomach has officially given up and is just taking it one meal at a time.

I wanted to dip the readers in the life of an overnight worker because I truly believe that not enough people understand the concept. A lot of people just ignore us, but even though some recognize us as a subspecies of humanity, they sometimes don’t picture us actually sleeping. We sleep, but we just do it at a different time. We eat, but we just eat different things. We...are human. Period. That overnight kitchen cook with three nose piercings? The skinny young thing with purple bags under her eyes at the grocery? They have a life too!

The last thing I’ll say that I love about the overnight life...is the peace. I’ll go outside when I’m on break at work, or writing on my night off. And I’ll just hear the silence. The quiet is intoxicating. A car passing by tells a more vivid story to me versus seeing multiple cars during the daytime. Watching someone walk the streets, a lost dog in a parking lot, a car broken down. In the night sky with nothing to distract yourself, these small sights have hit my mind in a way I’ve never encountered before.

So the next time you’re out late, whether it be the grocery, or at an overnight diner, I want you to read the person helping you, and appreciate the life they’re living right now. I’m not asking you to introduce yourself, but just admire their way of life. I can only hope this entry has been enlightening for some, and I’ll see y’all later!

Copyright © 2020 astone2292; All Rights Reserved.
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Enlightening for sure!!!  I never realized what the "night shift" went through.  We totally live in a "9 to 5" world.  Everything caters to typical worker.  The sleep schedule I get.  I have had enough friends and family members who work/worked the time slot that you do.  I just didn't think about it beyond the sleep part.  Eye opener!   

It has always been funny to me that people label/stereotype the night workers as the misfits, druggies, felons, basically the people at the bottom of society.  They never think that if we didn't have people like you who "do the night shift",  we would not have anything.  You keep everything running.  I am sure you do see some scary people during your work hours but I would hazard a guess that those people are the ones who would stop and help you if they found you on the road, broken down.  Some of them are the types of people that would give you the shirt off their back if you needed it.  It's ironic that a lot of people see the night as a time of "bad things" happening.  Hell if you get down to it, the bad stuff happens during the day, the truly bad stuff. 

I know I am all over the place with this but one of the kindest, gentlest, most genuine man I have ever met was loaded with tats, had a long beard, and looked like your stereotypical badass.  Everyone thought he was a dealer/felon because of his looks.  He was actually just extremely smart with his money.  But he was judged by his looks.  Society says you have to look a certain way, drive certain vehicles, live in a perfect house or you are nothing.  To be so "advanced", we are so lacking in our social attitude.  

Sorry I was soap boxing it LOL  I do love your entries (even that private school kid LOL)  Seriously though,  you guys are great!  I look forward to both your entries.  You make this retired guy think!  Not sure I want to think but you make me hahahahahahaha!  Have a great day and thanks again!!!!!

 

P.S.  I take full credit for errors...I can't find my glasses!!!!

 

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43 minutes ago, Patch1 said:

Enlightening for sure!!!  I never realized what the "night shift" went through.  We totally live in a "9 to 5" world.  Everything caters to typical worker.  The sleep schedule I get.  I have had enough friends and family members who work/worked the time slot that you do.  I just didn't think about it beyond the sleep part.  Eye opener!   

It has always been funny to me that people label/stereotype the night workers as the misfits, druggies, felons, basically the people at the bottom of society.  They never think that if we didn't have people like you who "do the night shift",  we would not have anything.  You keep everything running.  I am sure you do see some scary people during your work hours but I would hazard a guess that those people are the ones who would stop and help you if they found you on the road, broken down.  Some of them are the types of people that would give you the shirt off their back if you needed it.  It's ironic that a lot of people see the night as a time of "bad things" happening.  Hell if you get down to it, the bad stuff happens during the day, the truly bad stuff. 

I know I am all over the place with this but one of the kindest, gentlest, most genuine man I have ever met was loaded with tats, had a long beard, and looked like your stereotypical badass.  Everyone thought he was a dealer/felon because of his looks.  He was actually just extremely smart with his money.  But he was judged by his looks.  Society says you have to look a certain way, drive certain vehicles, live in a perfect house or you are nothing.  To be so "advanced", we are so lacking in our social attitude.  

Sorry I was soap boxing it LOL  I do love your entries (even that private school kid LOL)  Seriously though,  you guys are great!  I look forward to both your entries.  You make this retired guy think!  Not sure I want to think but you make me hahahahahahaha!  Have a great day and thanks again!!!!!

 

P.S.  I take full credit for errors...I can't find my glasses!!!!

 

Love the reference to the 9-5 world, and it made me think of so many more options I could have used in the entry! If you need your car looked at, gotta be during the day! Bank? Day. Doctor? Day. DMV? Day. Court? Day. Job interview? Day. Then you got the concept of drinking alcohol! Oh, boy! Noah gets on to me for coming home at 6:30am and fixing a rum and Coke. Plus, I can wake up at eight in the evening, start drinking, and I won't be judged at all! (Now, that's a sign for a fun night!)

Nonsense about soap boxing! It's a ranting journal. We're ranting, and the floor is open! Write an essay in the comments, bud! We want feedback and ideas on topics for retail horse-hockey that happens in the world.

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I've never worked night shifts as such, but in the cinema business we often used to finish at midnight or around 3am if we were running late night shows, so I get your rant about things not being open or not selling the food you crave because your time clock is slightly out of sync with the way the world works. I used to get annoyed that a lot of cafes stop selling breakfast at ten or eleven am, because I often didn't get up or out until after then. What I loved about shift work was being able to go to places like the shops, swimming pool or gym when they weren’t packed with all the 9-5 workers. It's also great not to have to join the commuter queues to and from work at the regular times.

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I don't think that we live in a "totally" 9 to 5 world. There are so many people that work outside of that old norm now. Plus there are so many things that can be done on line now e.g. banking, etc.

I have also never heard of people that work night shifts being seen as the dregs of humanity, etc. That's just mean and stupid. I don't get why people would even think that?

I also never had the issue with food either, that I can remember anyway? There were always other options. You may not get exactly what you want, but that didn't happen alot.

I had a job where I worked 11pm to 7am. It had way more benefits than not e.g. I am a night as opposed to a morning person, shopping and things were cool because most people were at work, I was worried about trying to sleep during the day but it was never an issue, way less Bosses at work, always a seat on the bus or train, etc. The main issue I had was that it was too boring because there was less to do at night. I started doing some of my Team Leaders work like staff and call stats, quality audits, etc. Shifts became a drag because there was not enough to do.

Now if my job was re-stocking shelves, that would have been fun. The anal side of me would love that (all those labels to line up facing forwards in perfectly straight rows, etc), it would be busy (unlike my job above), the physicality would be a bonus, etc.

Lastly, well done and my regards and best wishes to your Bawss and her Son. I would have cried my eyes out if I watched him singing Thank You For Being A Friend.

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I don't think that we live in a "totally" 9 to 5 world. There are so many people that work outside of that old norm now. Plus there are so many things that can be done on line now e.g. banking, etc.

I have also never heard of people that work night shifts being seen as the dregs of humanity, etc. That's just mean and stupid. I don't get why people would even think that?

I also never had the issue with food either, that I can remember anyway? There were always other options. You may not get exactly what you want, but that didn't happen alot.

I had a job where I worked 11pm to 7am. It had way more benefits than not e.g. I am a night as opposed to a morning person, shopping and things were cool because most people were at work, I was worried about trying to sleep during the day but it was never an issue, way less Bosses at work, always a seat on the bus or train, etc. The main issue I had was that it was too boring because there was less to do at night. I started doing some of my Team Leaders work like staff and call stats, quality audits, etc. Shifts became a drag because there was not enough to do.

Now if my job was re-stocking shelves, that would have been fun. The anal side of me would love that (all those labels to line up facing forwards in perfectly straight rows, etc), it would be busy (unlike my job above), the physicality would be a bonus, etc.

I agree that we totally don't, but in a town of 50,000 people, dining options are rather limited if you want a bacon cheeseburger at 6am in Kentucky. It's 24/7 diners such as Denny's and Waffle House. And it can become rather monotonous and undesirable. 

Buz...why do I know you'd be an amazing stocker? I mentioned it in the entry #5, but our stock crew is trained to go fast. Like stock a case every 55 seconds. Vroom vroom! 

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I worked night shift for a short time, right out of college (almost 30 years ago) and found the sleep schedule very difficult.  My dad worked at a small factory and preferred working the night shift. I believe he also found it peaceful, and generally lacking in bosses.  I work retail in southwestern Ohio, so I can identify with both your location and experiences.  How many times have you been asked "do you work here?" while wearing at least 2 company logos AND a nametag?

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I worked night shift for a short time, right out of college (almost 30 years ago) and found the sleep schedule very difficult.  My dad worked at a small factory and preferred working the night shift. I believe he also found it peaceful, and generally lacking in bosses.  I work retail in southwestern Ohio, so I can identify with both your location and experiences.  How many times have you been asked "do you work here?" while wearing at least 2 company logos AND a nametag?

I have been asked so many times! But here's what bothers me now:  our company has done away with traditional uniforms and has opted for aprons. And almost all of the stock crew does not wear the apron, as it gets all bunched up when we're stocking, or causes our arm's movement to falter. This is detrimental when holding glass product (spaghetti sauce. You ever cleaned up a jar of that? That is...thicc. Not thick. Thicc.). 

Noah gets it all the time! He wear a bright blue polo, in a bright blue building. But for some reason, I haven't been asked recently. I wear no apron or nametags, because I'm a rebel, but I think it's from the customers actually seeing me lift boxes and stocking product. 

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On 1/9/2021 at 3:42 PM, Buz said:

I don't think that we live in a "totally" 9 to 5 world. There are so many people that work outside of that old norm now. Plus there are so many things that can be done on line now e.g. banking, etc.

I have also never heard of people that work night shifts being seen as the dregs of humanity, etc. That's just mean and stupid. I don't get why people would even think that?

I also never had the issue with food either, that I can remember anyway? There were always other options. You may not get exactly what you want, but that didn't happen alot.

I had a job where I worked 11pm to 7am. It had way more benefits than not e.g. I am a night as opposed to a morning person, shopping and things were cool because most people were at work, I was worried about trying to sleep during the day but it was never an issue, way less Bosses at work, always a seat on the bus or train, etc. The main issue I had was that it was too boring because there was less to do at night. I started doing some of my Team Leaders work like staff and call stats, quality audits, etc. Shifts became a drag because there was not enough to do.

Now if my job was re-stocking shelves, that would have been fun. The anal side of me would love that (all those labels to line up facing forwards in perfectly straight rows, etc), it would be busy (unlike my job above), the physicality would be a bonus, etc.

Lastly, well done and my regards and best wishes to your Bawss and her Son. I would have cried my eyes out if I watched him singing Thank You For Being A Friend.

Well, I was going to say the same thing as Buz, but he beat me to it! lol I loved working midnight shift. I loved the people who had the nerve to work that shift and it made me think, you midnight people are awesome!

I got more done on that shift than I did on any other shift. Even though, when a circus came into town and they set up in the shopping mall the store I worked in was near it, then I got frustrated with the customers. Some that wanted to buy beer right when you had to lock the doors on the beer box, thought it was unfair to them that they could not get any. Oh well, I am not losing my job over you just because you have a habit of being late to get it. It wasn't my fault!  The law could be doing a sting and I am not going to be stupid and sell it to you,  is what I am telling them. Plus I tell them there are cameras in the store. Do they think I am stupid? 

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Your essay was certainly eye-opening although probably not for the obvious reason. I had never thought about people working night shifts as being miscreants or worse. Part of the reason is that my grandfather, who lived with us from the time I was 10, worked night shifts at the gas station until they did away with that shift. He loved it -- and it probably helped him stay married to my grandmother. Another part of the reason, is that I was a lab rat (i.e, a scientist) and often had to work late hours for various experiments. So while I did not have to do ONLY night hours, I did them often enough for it to feel like another norm, not an oddity. Of course, leaving the lab at 3 or 4 AM meant you had very little choice of food. The only thing open on the route I biked home (in Athens, GA, in the early 80s) was a Dunkin' Donuts. Luckily, neither my best friend, who also often worked late, nor I were bothered by caffeine so we could stop for coffee and maybe a donut (all they sold back then) if it was early enough in the month that we had some extra money. The real treat was when we worked until 6 AM: then we could stop at the Bluebird Cafe and get one of their cheese biscuits -- freshly made whole wheat biscuits, smothered in a good cheese, and fried in a cast iron skillet until the center was gooey and the edges were crispy. Still haven't found any place in the world that made them better!

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