When I was homeless I slept the kind of places homeless people sleep: Libraries, park benches, unused buildings, moving busses, the subway.
When I was in the Scouts I slept the kind of places adventurous campers sleep: an igloo I helped build, on top of and under picnic tables, brush lean-tos, under the stars on a mountaintop. The weirdest was probably one time the weather turned dangerous during a jamboree and we all decamped to the nearest YMCA and I slept on the hallway floor with a towel over my face because we couldn’t turn the lights off.
There was also the time I got locked out and could wake my wife up by phone or banging or yelling. It was one in the morning the closest night if the year so I hopped the last train downtown and crashed in the break room at work on a massage chair.
I had this conversation with my boss a couple months ago, and it turns out the only change I needed to make was eating and caffeinating before commuting. I was being grumpy and gruff in that period before we opened to the public when my only interaction was with my coworkers, and it was mostly because I was waiting to get to work to eat and drink my morning tea.