About two or three nights a month I have to do audits and resets overnight.  I hate working third shift.  I’m very thankful that I don’t have to do it all the time unlike so many of my co-workers.  It should really be outlawed.  Nobody should have to work overnight.  It ruins your life.  I did it years ago, when I was in my early twenties.  I found it literally impossible to lead any sort of normal life while working third.  It even messes up the weekends.

The guys I work with are nice though, so the time goes by a lot faster.  We had a new guy from another team helping us last night, but we all got along like old school mates.  About 1:00AM, we went to lunch, supper, or whatever you want to call a meal at that time of the night.  We ended up going to the only restaurant open.

I’m a health nut for the most part.  I only allow healthy food in my house.  However, every once in a while I’ll have something unhealthy to balance things out a wee bit.  So, us guys sat down at the counter and started ordering our meals.  The older blokes ordered breakfast consisting of eggs, bacon, and grits.  I, on the other hand, ordered hash browns all the way.  This consist of shredded potatoes, diced tomatoes, cheese, cured ham, bell peppers, portabella mushrooms, jalapeno peppers, and a spicy chilli.  It taste better than it looks.

After a few minutes, the waitress brought over our food.  The new guys eyes enlarged to the size of saucers, as she laid the plate of what looked like steamy mush down in front of me. 

“What the hell is that?  He enquired while staring in disbelief. 

“This is a mans meal”, I laughingly uttered whilst pouring hot sauce over the top of the mush.

“Good God man, your’ stomach will explode if you eat that.”  He said with a sincere tone.

"I laughed, and said, “Nah, you just have to have an iron stomach like me in order to enjoy it”.

“You Mexican er somethin’?”

“Nope, I inherited the stomach of steel from my Cherokee ancestors.”

He sat there and watched me clean my plate in disbelief.  I explained later that I don’t eat that garbage everyday.  Such a venture would clog anyone’s veins.  I came home this morning and had a proper bowl of oatmeal and two cups of Irish Breakfast Tea.  I may have the eyes of a bat, but I’ve got the stomach of a swine.