When I worked in a factory, we typically worked eight-hour shifts. The hours before lunchtime dragged, and the last couple of hours of each day always felt like death. But when we worked twelve-hour shifts, the morning hours somehow seemed to fly by. Something about knowing you’ll be working for a long time allows you to stop checking the clock; it’s as if you naturally find your Zen (work)place. When you know you’re in for a long haul, your mind automatically adapts. Trust me. It works.
