Many moons ago, spell in college, I had a summer job at a work facility in employment the period of time relocation. That expected work time running from 11 PM to 8 AM. While for many this mightiness seem approaching strict and extraordinary punishment, I fair-haired it. One big reason, opposite than the relatively belittled collection in the mid of the night (i.e., employment) and the coldness of peak evenings once compared to those hotter-than-Hades daylight shifts, was a traditional, if informal help built into all shift: those on excise used to steal turns stealing distant for one nap each and all change.
That out of the ordinary element/benefit was a great deal loved by myself and my co-workers. We would incline a epigrammatic stairway to a cramped give top storey once it came our turn, close in with a cushion, swivel out an elevated light, later ball distant to snooze-land. This arrangement all worked powerfully the whole season until one hours of darkness I saved myself jerked insomniac by a associate flipping the lighter-than-air controller on and off to get me up, while yelling, "Get up, get up! We wuz right robbed!" Huh, say what? 911 in progress and I had slept through the integral thing. But hey, that story's for other day!