Night shift wreaked havoc on my appetite.
There would be nights when my stomach was so upset that I could go the whole night with crackers and tea.
There were others when I would eat reasonably, have my "breakfast" and "lunch" with fruit or cheese in between.
Others? Madness. I was a human vacuum cleaner. If it was edible and on shared territory, it went into my mouth. Sometimes I would be lucky and there would be a great potluck around. Other times, I was scrounging for crumbs like junkie looking for the next hit. I was a black hole of baked goods, a usurper of salty snacks. There were nights I would awake and say, "I am Khali, destroyer of refrigerators."
Yeah, so, clearly I did not adapt well to night shift.