Two days ago I noticed a high screeching sound from my car. It sounded like the transmission was going bad so I had to take the car in as soon as possible to avoid any serious damage if none had already occurred. I got off of work this morning and took the car into a transmission shop who about an hour ago discovered the problem. A wheel bearing has gone bad and I'm waiting for them to call me back once they get a price on it.
This is the hell that is working graveyards. I worked a ten hour shift last night. I stayed awake till 8a this morning to take the car in. I'll know the price of the repair at 11:30a. I'll get to approve the work and wait for them to fix the damn thing which at this point I have no idea how long that'll take. Oh and I have to work tonight. It's possible I may be under my desk sleeping the day away.
If I were working days this would be so much simpler, but alas this is the business I have chosen.
"I was the graveyard shift in a plastics plant in Texas. It was like being a vampire." - George Eads