I'm a classy guy. This week, at least.

I don't have many complaints about working the night/weekend shift. Sure, it kills any possibility of having a social life, but apart from that it works out pretty well for me, especially given that I'm a full time telecommuter.

I worked this past weekend mostly as usual, with Friday off for the holiday (I actually worked on Independence Day.) Today, though, and for the remainder of the week, my presence is required at the office for a week-long class on a new set of products and technologies we'll soon be supporting on the network I manage.

This is the first time in two and a half years I've been in the office for anything more than a brief visit. I don't mind having to come in; it's a good class (so far) and it's good to get some face time with my colleagues.

Making the switch from night shift to days, though, is rough. I worked last night, and went to bed promptly at midnight... and failed to sleep until perhaps 2am. My alarm clock was set for 6am.

To call me fatigued would be an understatement of Cecil B. DeMille proportions. My internal clock doesn't change easily.

There's another downside; I have to stop taking some of my medications for the duration of the course, since the side effects could be problematic if I am away from home.

So by the end of the class on Friday, I should be a complete physical wreck. An educated wreck, but a wreck nonetheless.

On the plus side, I probably won't have to work the night shift this coming weekend. Probably.