This time four years ago, I was all too familiar with waking up at unreasonable hours.
My usual shift began between 7:15 and 7:30am, with the route for Coronado starting at 6:18. My alarm was always set for 5, though weeks of being physically drained had taken its toll and I now woke up at 4am after falling asleep around 7 or 8pm.
For the first part of last year, I’d often be awake at 6 to catch the bus to catch the train to make my shift at 8:30am. There was one day where I worked a 13.5 hour shift, standing.
Still, none of my shifts ever started before 7am - until yesterday, when I worked the earliest and longest shift of my life. (Thankfully, I sat for this one.)
The day commenced when my alarm rang at 5. By 5:30, I was out the door for the 15 minute walk to the downtown county building. I entered the room and sat down by my phone and computer, as I had the previous day.
Shortly after 6, the calls started coming.
15 hours later, our shifts ended and we logged out of our phones. There were goodbyes among a group of people that became quite familiar with each other after only two days.
A group of about ten people from two different temp agencies that were finally able to rest their voices after surviving the 6am-9:30pm vocal shift during the Election of 2018.
Having spent the last two days taking too many calls to count about voting, here’s some things I’d like you to remember during the next election:
check you’re registered before election day.
A p r i l D a w n
Writer and video editor with a passion for history, culture, food. Often seen creating pictorial etchings. Music blogger for Dreaming Human. Past writings can be found in the Cork Independent and on the website magazine Forever Twenty Somethings.