That damn alarm it must be 9:30 Johns heavy hand hits the black box and it stops screaming and he’s down for another five before he actually gets his ass out of bed, night shift.

John heads to the wash room he hears his wife getting him his coffee and toast, he washes and he sits down in the same chair he has been using for the last 8 years and eats his toast’n coffee.

John mentions to his wife he can’t wait until Friday, Friday, he shakes his head as he goes back into the washroom to finish his business. Looking in the mirror, he smiles and just repeats, Friday soon it will be Friday, he shrugs, kisses the wife goodbye and out the door, Bill is there, his ride.

Bill and John have been friends for years they just started working together recently and decided to get on the same shift so they could drive together. It was the usual drive; Bill is driving he pays for coffee at the local doughnut and coffee shop. We get our usual and we are off.

Not always much to say on the way in on night shift, as we both despise them all to hell, damn Henry Ford and his so called production line. Therefore, it was pretty much the same old, a lot of staring out the window as he drove.

Even the locker room is empty on nights, especially the first night in, Sunday the start to the new week around here, unless a line was running over time; it is pretty much just us, one shift.

I go down and do the same thing I have been doing for the last 12 years, eyes closed, almost if not for the tow motors speeding past your face maybe. Morning Sam, he mumbles something can’t really tell what, he just loves night shift too, can you tell.

Well we work in the quality control part of the business of coils springs, I know hold back on the excitement I did say coils springs, for cars. Therefore, in reality on the first night in, Sunday I actually have about 2.5 hours until the line gets up and running, so Sam and I go for a smoke.

We chat about what we did on the weekend and some small talk, how we hate our job. Of course, we talked about work and how we could improve this whole operation and then this place would turn a profit. The company has been hitting hard times lately, losing contracts, a bit scary.

If you think Sam and I hate nights here comes Frank man he is ballistic about nights he is a scary guy. Hey what goes Frank how they hangin, he says nothing but got a smoke I left my in my locker, I pass him one he has his own light.

He lets out a sigh at the same time the smoke he inhaled, he walks away nothing more said, I said he is a bit weird ok I said scary at times he can be. Sam is called to his line; I go back to the lab, just a fancy word.

I get back to the lab sit down and look at the work ahead for the night. I throw the clipboard back of the desk, look around and decide I need a nap. I lay my head down…

No work Friday night, we start on Sunday, one of the few advantages of nights. The truck is packed and I can’t hardly believe it is here already first fishing trip of the year, come on Bill lets go.

There’s the beer store and there is the road 80 clicks into the bush to heaven here we come. It takes about two hours to get into the park. Lot of wild life here, we see bears and wolfs all the time down this road it seems like an old mistress as we have traveled this road many times in the past.

The park welcomes us, look the good spot is open just our luck starting right says Bill I smile and agree. Cold beer, try and stop me Bill sends a cold can my way we open and smack cans together and cheers to the next week.

A few cold ones later the site is looking pretty good, of course another one, cheers to the great looking site we just set up, now the boat. Wait up north or not eight beers later, we wait until morning.

We stopped on the way in to get wood, need to go down the road much further to get the wood these days, when we first started coming here it was plentiful at the start of the road. Not sure if folks are taking too much or we have been coming here to long, oh well.

Getting the fire started getting into he park right down to getting the site-up and the number of beers we have drank, all familiar as going to work.

In the morning we get out of the tent with great anticipation for the day ahead of us, we look at each other then at the empties, we scattered around the fire the night before, smiled scratch our heads and started to get some food.

The fishing was stupendous as usual John is the man who is the man John is the man. As long as Bill and I have been coming here, I have caught the biggest fish every year and the first one. You would think he would win once right, no not once and this year was no exception.

What the hell is that I hear, the siren going off, Sam screaming at me wake up John the draw is jammin up, and they have been calling for you. I shake the cobwebs and scratch my eyes open wider and can’t believe it was a dream, it is still Sunday night and they want me to get my butt to work, damn.

Come on Friday….!