Sleep?

There is a significantly large problem with being a doorman and trying to earn a degree; during the weekend you stay up late, drinking redbull, ejecting customers and other such happy tasks through the evening. The evening ends, if you're lucky 2am, or if its a usual fun filled evening 3.30am, possibly 4am. At this point, any good doorman will realise that this is the time when you need to be on your highest guard, defcon 1. You could have an uneventful kick out, you could have everyone leave, everyone accept that ''fuck off'' really means that the dj won't encore, and that it really is time to finish your drinks. OR maybe you'll have the overly inebriated group of 12 lads out from a different city who decide that they really want to stay, and you and your colleagues have to ask them to leave a litte less politely than you'd hope; whatever happens a decent experienced doorman will know that you need to be on high alert, as a result, you have a significant amount of adrenaline surging through your body to ensure that if the worst scenario happens - you're ready.

Club is clear, toilets checked, radios on charge, doors are locked, everyone is happy, everyone leaves, at this point, an inexperienced doorman might switch off and start thinking about his bed, wrong. This is the point when I probably worry the most. I must not forget that 4 hours earlier I threw someone out of the fire exit using reasonable force, which they might have construed otherwise - and so, the long (or short) walk to my car could well be a risky situation. The adrenaline continues to surge, my heart beats a little bit faster. Thank fuck, I made it to my car, but now i'm wide awake. So i drive home, chill out, watch some TV and finally get to sleep around 7am. Its now Sunday evening (Well, Monday morning) and due to the sleep pattern being fucked I wont get to sleep for a bit - even though there may, or may not be a rather attractive person next to me most definately expecting attention (even if she is asleep..). The worst part is that as a student I need to be awake tommorow to study and such, which wont happen. I'll eventually by thursday night have a vaguely sensible sleep pattern, only for the weekend to go and fuck it up again.

I enjoy the job, I enjoy the money, I enjoy the banter from the many wanker customers. I do not enjoy the sleepness nights which result in me never ever being on time to the coffee shop to meet my mates.