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Scheduling:
Dec. 24th, 2002 01:17 amFor the record, Darkside works two jobs. One is an unpaid internship; the other, the shit kitchen job that got him through college. The first is morning, the second is evening. In between both, it's a wonder the man has time to do his own laundry.
On nights that Darkside works the shit kitchen job, he gets home around nine. (He used to get home earlier, but they changed his hours some.) On nights that he works the internship the next morning, he crashes out right after he gets home. If you want to get a word in edgewise to him on those nights, you call right at nine and hope that he's home yet, or leave a message on the voicemail or with whichever of his parents, if he's not.
I have a spacebrain. Information that is solid under pressure disintegrates in my head's vacuum, and when I am spacey, any given specific time has a wooble-point of half an hour in either direction.
Darkside is very familiar with my spacebrain and its effects, especially with me calling when he's trying to sleep. He's told me his schedule and patiently explained the problem with me calling on nights when he's been working the shit job and will next be working the internship, where he needs the sleep, his threshold number of times (once). His threshold number of times for teaching is usually, but not always, my threshold number of times for learning.
I know that if something is bad enough, I can call Darkside at any hour of the day or night, and he will be there for me. We've tested this already. He's gone above and beyond the call of friendship for me before, and we've remained friends.
However, when I call Darkside with something that hasn't quite crossed the threshold from Something Bad to outright Emergency! at a time of night that I think might be all right to call, but he knows is very much Not All Right to call, there is grouching. He doesn't hear Emergency right off in my voice, and it's a time of night that he knows that I am capable of space-braining and calling him at for normal things, so he naturally grouches and scolds. It's not Emergency, and he needs his sleep, so I apologize, and hang up before he can respond.
My words and tone of voice are within my normal range of responses, if a little stressed, but as he grouched and scolded, which is within his normal range, but a little sharper than ususal, it's only to be expected. So he rolls over and attempts to go back to the sleep that I interrupted so thoughtfully for him, knowing that if it's truly something he'll need to know about, or even if not, he'll get an e-mail or a call at a slightly better time of day.
On nights that Darkside works the shit kitchen job, he gets home around nine. (He used to get home earlier, but they changed his hours some.) On nights that he works the internship the next morning, he crashes out right after he gets home. If you want to get a word in edgewise to him on those nights, you call right at nine and hope that he's home yet, or leave a message on the voicemail or with whichever of his parents, if he's not.
I have a spacebrain. Information that is solid under pressure disintegrates in my head's vacuum, and when I am spacey, any given specific time has a wooble-point of half an hour in either direction.
Darkside is very familiar with my spacebrain and its effects, especially with me calling when he's trying to sleep. He's told me his schedule and patiently explained the problem with me calling on nights when he's been working the shit job and will next be working the internship, where he needs the sleep, his threshold number of times (once). His threshold number of times for teaching is usually, but not always, my threshold number of times for learning.
I know that if something is bad enough, I can call Darkside at any hour of the day or night, and he will be there for me. We've tested this already. He's gone above and beyond the call of friendship for me before, and we've remained friends.
However, when I call Darkside with something that hasn't quite crossed the threshold from Something Bad to outright Emergency! at a time of night that I think might be all right to call, but he knows is very much Not All Right to call, there is grouching. He doesn't hear Emergency right off in my voice, and it's a time of night that he knows that I am capable of space-braining and calling him at for normal things, so he naturally grouches and scolds. It's not Emergency, and he needs his sleep, so I apologize, and hang up before he can respond.
My words and tone of voice are within my normal range of responses, if a little stressed, but as he grouched and scolded, which is within his normal range, but a little sharper than ususal, it's only to be expected. So he rolls over and attempts to go back to the sleep that I interrupted so thoughtfully for him, knowing that if it's truly something he'll need to know about, or even if not, he'll get an e-mail or a call at a slightly better time of day.
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