Question You know you're tired if...
- NeoMagus
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- Domoviye
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I can't do that here, if I'd forgotten my headlights tonight, I'd have gotten lost on the two lane highway and hit a moose in the fog.
You know you're tired when you're reading a bedtime story to your child and they have to keep waking you up to finish the story.
- NeoMagus
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- Domoviye
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And never let me get behind you on the highway, I've got a lead foot. One time I was passing a transport in a box like van, on a nasty corner, I saw I was going 120km/h and I instantly knew if I so much as twitched wrong, I was going to flip and die.
Fun times.
- ~Archangel~
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After working 35 days straight because you are covering for other people's problems, which include day, cross over, and night shifts, you exit said building and can't figure out if the sun is going up or going down...
After working said 35 days straight you nearly kill a co-worker who wants you to do her a small favour and cover her next two weekends so she can have a long vacation with her boyfriend...
After working said 35 days the boss finds you racked out in the dry goods storeroom sleeping on some discarded pallets because you are too tired to drive home...
When you show up for your normal shift on day 36 you nearly get written up and nearly fired by supervisor that finds you fast asleep standing up, when manager when finds out you pulled 35 straight dismisses the supervisor and tells you to go home and don't come back for a week...
Many people hear voices when no-one is there.
Some are called 'mad' and shut up in rooms where they stare at the walls all day.
Others are called 'writers' and they do pretty much the same thing.
-Ray Bradbury
- Domoviye
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- Kristin Darken
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Ya... that happened. The regular weekly/monthly diagnostics on the reactor power monitoring systems were all in spec... but the more detailed tests that were only done once every several years included looking at the wave form of the power supply, while supposed to be a standard square wave... was anything but. which meant major uncertainty that the reactor power monitoring instruments were showing the 'right' power levels. So that plant had to be taken offline until we could completely realign ALL of the power supplies. And being the one who found the problem and one of few capable of doing the realignments, I was there the full 50 hrs it took to finish and get the plant back on line.
My division officer and the chief more or less alternated being there to sign off on confirmation of each step of the procedure along with another ET who was my 'second' for electrical safety reasons. But evidently both the Reactor Dept Head and the Captain both spent some time watching over my shoulder during the process. It was one of two times I was officially vetted on something by the Captain (my final oral exam for Reactor Plant Operator/Shutdown Reactor Operator was with the CO, also). That'd be unusual on a smaller ship where the Capt is more involved with the crew... on a carrier, engineers don't spend much time with command officers.
You come down out of the mountains past Cheyenne heading East into Nebraska... and the next thing you are consciously aware of are signs that you are approaching Lincoln.
Most of the state of Nebraska on autopilot. That was the last time I tried to do a cross country drive in under four days (Bremerton, WA to Mercer, PA). Even scared myself... I think I ran the rest of that trip hopped up on adrenaline.
Fate guard you and grant you a Light to brighten your Way.
- Astrodragon
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NeoMagus wrote: ...you arrive home after leaving work at 10pm and only then realize that you never turned on your headlights.
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Still light here at 10pm


I love watching their innocent little faces smiling happily as they trip gaily down the garden path, before finding the pit with the rusty spikes.
- NeoMagus
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Okay, I clearly have no room to talk about being tired when compared with some of these other stories...
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- Kristin Darken
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Fate guard you and grant you a Light to brighten your Way.
- Kristin Darken
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Astrodragon wrote: Still light here at 10pm
You southerners...
Good thing, you can't use headlights effectively in the fog that's present more often than you can see the sun at that latitude.

Fate guard you and grant you a Light to brighten your Way.
- ~Archangel~
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Kristin Darken wrote: Most of us oldsters have at least one outrageous story about how tired we were at the end of some ridiculous period of time that we pushed ourselves to do something when we were young. They get trotted out every time we start nodding off and drooling all over ourselves after being awake for more than 12-16 hours now that we're getting old and don't get a nap mid-day to bemoan the fact that our endurance is shot and nothing works the way it did back in the day when we ruled the world with iron will and stern hand.
Ain't that the truth. In my younger, and dumber, days I thought nothing of doing the odd double shifts or staying awake for a ridiculous amount of time fueled by coffee and/or beer. You know back when my bladder listened when I told it to shut up and my knees worked without sounding like icebergs colliding. Now alot closer to [redacted] well I'm amazed when I stay awake for 20 hours straight and I'm not a total wreck the day after.
Nowadays the only thing that keeps me going is coffee and Advil, you know Advil? Skittles for adults.
Many people hear voices when no-one is there.
Some are called 'mad' and shut up in rooms where they stare at the walls all day.
Others are called 'writers' and they do pretty much the same thing.
-Ray Bradbury
- Astrodragon
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Kristin Darken wrote:
Astrodragon wrote: Still light here at 10pm
You southerners...
Good thing, you can't use headlights effectively in the fog that's present more often than you can see the sun at that latitude.
Sun?
Is that the odd yellow thing you see in the sky on all those nature programs?
I love watching their innocent little faces smiling happily as they trip gaily down the garden path, before finding the pit with the rusty spikes.
- Astrodragon
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I love watching their innocent little faces smiling happily as they trip gaily down the garden path, before finding the pit with the rusty spikes.
- Valentine
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Astrodragon wrote: Eh, when I were a lad we worked 25 hours a day and thought nothing of it...
Did you get up a half hour before you went to bed?
Don't Drick and Drive.
- lighttech
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work 23 straight at the mouse park in socal doing event work for a big party
then 7 straight days of 18 plus with a 60 mile drive home on each. Doing a commercial for the park.
then go to sleep and just nod off when your neighbor screams out "poookins din din...here kitty kitty!" at 2 AM! You jump out of bed looking 'seriously' for the shotgun to end her and the F-ing cat!
while screaming death threats!
wake the next day and ask how moms job went and your told its Saturday and you thought for darn sure it was Wednesday?
Part of the WA Drow clan/ collective
Author of Vantier and Shadowsblade on Bigcloset
- Astrodragon
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Valentine wrote:
Astrodragon wrote: Eh, when I were a lad we worked 25 hours a day and thought nothing of it...
Did you get up a half hour before you went to bed?
Bed? we didnt have beds, we lived in a cardboard box and were happy to have it...
I love watching their innocent little faces smiling happily as they trip gaily down the garden path, before finding the pit with the rusty spikes.
- elrodw
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You're writing a story, feeling quite inspired, and the next thing you know you're in bed; when you wake up, you find that you posted 3 25-page chapters and have NO idea of what you wrote or when. (but they were good).
Never give up, Never surrender! Captain Peter Quincy Taggert
- ~Archangel~
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elrodw wrote: You're at your computer writing code and someone looks over your shoulder and asks why you repeatedly wrote the same function seven times in a row and had no clue.
You're writing a story, feeling quite inspired, and the next thing you know you're in bed; when you wake up, you find that you posted 3 25-page chapters and have NO idea of what you wrote or when. (but they were good).
^This.
When you get praise from your boss about the great job you did and how you are getting noticed, after you leave his presence you break into a cold sweat because you have no idea what he is talking about.
Later you login to the company email and see an email from the CEO to you thanking you for the excellent job you did with a client that saved the company 10s of thousands and likely avoided a potential lawsuit. You still have no idea what you did.
At the end of the day you are forced to conclude that this whole situation only makes sense if you somehow did the job in fugue state caused by too much coffee, cold meds, and lack of sleep. And somehow you now have to live up to this set of new expectations. After a near panic attack at that thought you conclude you need less coffee and more alcohol. Then maybe the universe will go back to normal.
Many people hear voices when no-one is there.
Some are called 'mad' and shut up in rooms where they stare at the walls all day.
Others are called 'writers' and they do pretty much the same thing.
-Ray Bradbury
- Domoviye
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I spent a summer during university working nightshift and any other shifts I could get at McDonalds, taking a few summer classes, and sleeping on a bed from hell that made for restless sleeps.
I was also playing a very intense and involved tabletop RPG with friends.
At one point, for weeks I couldn't get any good dice rolls, it was always a bare minimum success or a fail. In my sleep deprived state I started to think about how I was cursed.
Then I realized at some point I'd accidentally stolen two dice from a guy I didn't know and had only met once. My brain connected my bad luck to these dice, I couldn't return them, so I came up with a plan.
GOing into the backyard I found a heavy spade and a piece of wood. I lined up all my dice, with the two stolen dice a foot away and made a speech about how they should behave and do their jobs. THen I proceeded to beat the crap out of the two dice with the spade until one flew off into the bushes and the other one was embedded into the wood.
I was very proud of myself, and surprisingly the dice did start rolling better. For some reason people told me I was nuts, and that I needed to get some sleep.
- Dreamer
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Hey, when it comes to dice used in tabletop RPGs, what works, works, even if it seems nuts to others.Domoviye wrote: Heres a strange one.
I spent a summer during university working nightshift and any other shifts I could get at McDonalds, taking a few summer classes, and sleeping on a bed from hell that made for restless sleeps.
I was also playing a very intense and involved tabletop RPG with friends.
At one point, for weeks I couldn't get any good dice rolls, it was always a bare minimum success or a fail. In my sleep deprived state I started to think about how I was cursed.
Then I realized at some point I'd accidentally stolen two dice from a guy I didn't know and had only met once. My brain connected my bad luck to these dice, I couldn't return them, so I came up with a plan.
GOing into the backyard I found a heavy spade and a piece of wood. I lined up all my dice, with the two stolen dice a foot away and made a speech about how they should behave and do their jobs. THen I proceeded to beat the crap out of the two dice with the spade until one flew off into the bushes and the other one was embedded into the wood.
I was very proud of myself, and surprisingly the dice did start rolling better. For some reason people told me I was nuts, and that I needed to get some sleep.
Thank You for story comments appreciated and help me know me they are being read and liked.

- Valentine
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When you're driving home after spending all day at the doctor, after working all night, and you wake up after a short nap, glad that you car drives straight, and the roads are straight and flat in central Illinois.
Don't Drick and Drive.
- Jarjaross
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At one point I wasn't getting much sleep. I was fine during my morning classes but I had trouble staying awake through my afternoon classes. One day when I had slept particularly poorly the night before I fell asleep almost immediately at the start of class. I 'awoke' at the end of class to find that I had taken perfect, if slightly messy, notes during the class.
My dreams take me to far off lands and times of distant past and future. They tell what has been done, what will happen and who I am. They show me things beyond the machinations of any man. Tell me, what are dreams to you?
- Domoviye
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- MageOhki
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Think of two weeks of 16 hours a day marching or running, while taking notes and reciting things back, while having to the same old shit you're normally expected to do. If you think 2 hours a sleep for this period, you'd be right. This _right after basic, AIT(Or OSMT, in my case, it's where you roll basic AND Infantry school into the same program, no stop), and jump school.
Day before graduation, I do NOT remember.
One. Little Bit.
I was with my 'instructor' NCO, for the day.
He tells me to THIS DAY, that when we went into the mini PX/Coffee café near the BT areas, I went ballistic on a pair of just out of boot privates, who were boasting how easy RIP would be.
Supposedly, I terrified them so much that they requested to drop JUMP school, much less RIP.
Supposedly.
I do NOT remember. (I don't remember anything from Day 12 to about the day after I got home on leave, in fact)
I however, supposedly tested for the EIB, and PT test, and did near max/max on BOTH during this period.
Not. A. Clue.