Late Hours

I wonder about the people who stay here longer than me.

I'm in till 6:30 on Mondays. I've worked overtime later than that. There's always people in the office when I leave, no matter how long I stay.

Is the company their life?

Or do they just have nowhere else to go?

There was a point in my life a couple of years ago where an insanely wacky schedule would have been wonderful. This was right after the last breakup, before my parents were nearby to run home to, when my friends were scattered. I think throwing myself into work would've been great, but my company at that point was failing and...well. No insane schedule for me.

I got into World of Warcraft instead.

I don't actually know what that says about me.

I can imagine being so fed up with a private life - crappy apartment, angry family, friends far away, nothing to really do - that I'd just stay at work, where at least I was doing my part to move up in the world. So I guess in that sense, I've been very lucky. There's only been a small period of time where I felt like I couldn't bear to go home.

But maybe I'm misreading these folks. Maybe they do love their jobs so much that leaving it even for the night is akin to tossing their baby out the window.

Meanwhile, it's 6:30, and I am gettin' the hell out of Dodge.