Welcome to the Bataan death March that will be my life as of October 14

I’m either a real glutton for punishment, in extreme need of money and just plain dumb.

Anyhoo, starting October 16 and going until around December 22-23, my daily schedule will look like this:

Wake up at 4:45 AM.

Punch in to work at 5:30 AM.

Work in singles pack until 4:30 PM when I punch out.

Go downstairs and punch in to work in the multi-pack department.

Work in multi-pack until 12:30-2:30 AM.

Repeat Mon-thru Fri.

Saturday:

Wake up at 4:45 AM.

Punch into to work at 5:30 AM.

Work in singles pack until 1:00 PM.

Sunday:

Punch into work at 4:40 PM.

Work in multi-pack until 12:30-2:30 AM

Oh yeah, after I get off work on Saturday afternoons, I go to class for 4 hours, from Nove thru Jan.

Either I will survive this or I will end up on top of the L.L. Bean Distribution Building with a rifle and a healthy supply of ammo.

So, anyone care to join me?

At work, not on the roof.

:eek: Dude, you are aware that you are only scheduled for 2:00 of sleep a night? I would reconsider. Are you sure you can physically handle this?

NOTHING is worth pulling those hours. If it’s a matter of going to prison or working those hours, I’d choose prison with glee.

It can’t be done.

Please tell us (read: me) you’re making at least $35,756 (look ma, random numbers!) a day…

I understand economic need, but that is a hell of a killer schedule. I don’t understand “multi-pack.” If you can snooze on the job, that would be great. But it sounds like the job is more like a factory… If you can make ends meet without literally killing yourself that way, you must. Life is too short.

Yes, please reconsider. 2 hours of sleep isn’t enough for anyone.

Yes, it is terrible, this idea. I had a normal job (it was overnight) and I had insomnia and sleep apnea going at the same time. I got about 2 hours of not very good sleep a day. After a couple of months I was in total burnout. I was severly lethargic all the time, and unable to motivate myself to do much of anything. I got to the point where I was no longer capable of making rational decisions, and ended up eventually losing my job. I also almost had about 10 car accidents from nodding off on my ten minute drive to work. Bad stuff.

Hmm. Being conservative with your multi-pack clockouts, subtracting a bit for lunches, and not counting the saturday class, you’re looking at about 107-hr weeks?

I wouldn’t presume to judge, but I would like to know more about your situation.

How long is your drive to/from work?

Can you sleep at work off-hours if you want? shower?

Will your enhanced salary seriously motivate you at this? i.e., Do you have nice plans for your January bank balance?

Do you actually plan to be awake enough in saturday class to learn anything?

Did you have a great-uncle or ancestor who had the surname Edison? 100-114 hours a week at age 65 in the early '20s perfecting the phonograph.

AmbushBug
[sub]a horrible slacker, i must be[/sub]

I thought WSLer was only getting two hours of sleep, but if s/he punches out at 4:30p, s/he’s off until 12:30a for multipacking.

IMHO, your school work will suffer terribly from this schedule. You have three things going. Drop one. Otherwise, with this schedule, how in the world will you squeeze in time to post at the SDMB?? :biggrin:

From this I got the feeling that he finishes one shift and goes in to the next.

I worked a 108 hour week once, but I worked through the weekend. Even getting more sleep than you will be, I would warn you that I couldn’t have done it for more than 2 weeks. I crashed for 15 hours after that, and towards the end of the work week, my work quality was slipping. Since my body was weaker from the lack of sleep and what not, I got a slight cold and it just made it more miserable. WSLer, this schedule will not be good for your health and I don’t know that you will be able to maintain it for too long.

The closest I’ve ever come to that was during the holidays one year when I worked 112 hours in one week. I could barely do my job by the end of the week. My mind was screaming for me to move faster as that would get me out quicker, but my body wouldn’t listen. I don’t see you being able to do this. I don’t see anyone being physically able to do this. Surely there must be another way.

You can’t do this. I had a schedule like this sometimes when I was working on my dissertation–working all day, going home to put my son to bed, going back to my office to write, and then leaving the office in time for about 2 hours of sleep before repeating the cycle.

I couldn’t do this very many days in a row, and any success I had was dependent on my using (abusing) a really powerful decongestant that revved me up. The whole thing took one heck of a toll on my mental and physical health. I was having hives, skin blemishes, blurry vision, and sore teeth, and I also noticed that wounds weren’t healing (and old injuries were causing me trouble again).

Plus, my boss couldn’t rely on me to get anything ritght because my brain was about 1/18 as accurate as it should have been.

As soon as I defended, I slept a ton, went to my doctor, eye doctor, and dentist to deal with all the problems I’d caused, and spent many weeks just trying to recover.

You simply must reconsider.

This is definately ugly. I spent time as a rent-a-cop at the Wyman Station power plant in Yarmouth (just down the road from Beans for those who don’t live in Southern Maine) and also had another part-time job as well as school - this was back in 1983.

The guard job was 11P to 7A Fri-Sun and other days at random. The second job was 3P to 11P three to five days a week. School was bascially 8:30 AM until 2:30 or 5:30 PM depending on the classes that day.

I was able to keep this schedule up for exactly three weeks before I fell asleep at the wheel of my car one morning, totalled the car, injured myself and made it very hard to work (I was in the hospital for three days) - the amazing part was that I hadn’t even remembered getting IN to the car to begin with - let alone driving it, but I dorve it 30 miles before the crash.

Cut back, man. Cut back. The life you save may be your own.