Normally, it’s healthy to keep work and home lives separate, but this isn’t what I’d consider normal work. Yes, when I go home after work, I don’t have to bring with me such tangible work as projects and presentations, but in other ways, big and small, there are the intangible, non-material items that follow me home like odors clinging to my clothes.
Because of this line of work:
- I absolutely hate driving.
- I am barely able to keep it together on the road as every other driver is driving dangerously, speeding, weaving in and out of traffic, talking on the phone, sending text messages, drunk or just generally being an asshole.
- I almost never even turn my head to look at wrecks on the side of the road. If I do, it’s so I can scoff out loud at how stupid the wreck looks, and how long I had to sit in traffic because of it and the rubberneckers it attracted.
- I am unimpressed by a lot of things that impress other people.
- I don’t like reading or watching TV shows or movies about alcoholics and drug addicts, current or recovering.
- When the phone rings, it makes me stop.
- When I hear tones on TV, it makes me jump.
- When I’m on a plane and they ask for medical professionals, I groan and pray that someone else is going to volunteer for what is invariably a bullshit medical problem.
- I try to avoid places where there are a lot of people and cars, such as grocery stores at 5pm and shopping areas on weekends.
- I am more aware of my surroundings than I’d like to be.
- I hate being interrupted while doing anything when I’m not at work, especially sleeping.
- I am used to being hungry.