Jacked up...

This week and last, I've switched departments to lend a hand, because my old department is short-staffed right now and they've had some sick turnover this year.... which basically means everyone over there is a noob.
Thing is, I had to go from 6a-3p to 12noon-whenever... and with a lot of new folks needing help and asking questions, that whenever seems to stretch just a little further than I'd like. The OT's good, I suppose, but when I work shifts like this, I don't get to see my kids. They're off to school when I wake up, and out cold when I get home.
Man, I really do not miss this shift at all, nor this department. I'm happy to be able to lend a hand, but I reckon two weeks is plenty.
For the first six years of our marriage, my wife and I worked opposite shifts to pay the bills and dodge the day-care bullet. I have absolutely no desire to return to those days. I'll be extremely glad when this week is over with...
Hmmm... maybe I'll blow my OT on another gun... I know, it's a sickness... but that stainless Puma lever action in .357 just keeps taunting me...